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My favorite dreamI don’t know how long I was under…days, weeks…who knows, maybe evenmonths. Reality blurred with nightmares as I felt my flesh being cut intoby cold scalpels and stuck with needles, filling me with horriblypersuasive dreams of a beautiful new body. I tried to imagine myself as aman, just to see if I still could, but it was futile. Every dream I hadfeatured me with bouncing breasts, an hourglass figure that told everyonewhen it was time to fuck me…which was all the time, and a face of anangel..or a succubus. I just became more and more alluring in mydreams…more fuckable, and to my surprise, I no longer considered that abad thing. In the heady twilight between reality and dreams, I didn’t havethe capacity for self deception I’d relied on so doggedly as a man. Icouldn’t force myself to feel guilty for relishing the thought of beingevery a waking wet dream, even if I wasn’t 100% sure when I was awake…My favorite dream was The White Room. In it, I woke up in a room where thewalls and floor were all painted a solid, textureless white. It reminded meof my secret place, the place I could hide when my brain melted from tryingto process too much pleasure at once. A place beyond reason, dignity, ormorality. A place I didn’t have to wonder why some of my proudest momentswhere when I was being humiliated. Where I didn’t have to explain toanyone…especially myself, why the word ‘surrender’ sounded so musical tome; why it made me want to sway and writhe to its rhythm. Where pleasuredidn’t come with a price tag, and the cost wasn’t always going up.In my dream there were strange, phallic protrusions jutting out of thefloor and the walls. Different lengths and thickness, with all sorts ofdifferent curves and ridges. No two were alike but they were all smooth andhard and slid in my ass with an almost eerie ease, as if I was perpetuallylubed up. As I bounced up and down the studly stalagmites, I felt my bodycome to life, my hands hungrily devoured my new curves, seducing myself andmaking me want to fuck that slutty little bimbo even harder. My breasts hadstarted as soft little peaches, juicy and tender from what I could onlyassume was hormones. In time they swelled to the size of small melons. Iwas at least a D cup now, although I never seemed to wear a bra in TheWhite Room, or any clothes for that matter. Clothes would only get in theway of my eager little fingers, twisting my sensitive nipples until jets ofcum escaped my shrunken clit in a sticky coo of satisfaction. I wouldthrust my head back and see myself in the mirrored ceiling, the only partof the room that broke the illusion of the void, feeling absurdly gratefulto my captors for making me the gurl of my dreams. My golden hair crashedin waves against my alabaster skin, my bee-stung lips formed an ecstatic’O’, my already feminine features had been surgically softened,accentuating my button nose and big doe eyes. I probably should have beenalarmed to see myself so changed so drastically, so permanently, and insuch a short period of time. But there was no fear in The White Room. Andas long as I could stay there, I would never have to face the reality myreflection hinted at. I never wanted to wake up…”Wake up, Belle. You can’t ride the decorative dildos all day. It’s yourfirst day as an official member of the harem, and I’ll be damned if you’regoing to get me in trouble for letting you fuck yourself all day instead ofshowing you the ropes.” I probably would have shit myself in fear if Ihadn’t been given daily enemas…or was that part a dream too? Standing inthe doorway I didn’t even know existed, stood the sissy that got me intothis, the stunning raven haired goddess, standing almost six foot sexy,with soft skin and generous curves hiding hard muscle and a cold heart. Herdark eyes constantly smoldering, her full lips always slightly tilted in asinister smirk. She had the face of a Madonna and the soul of asuccubus. To see her was to want her, and to want her was to be damned. AllI wanted now was to hate her, after all, she was the one who did this tome. I was supposed to be her Master, but she saw something else inside me,and teased it out of me one squirt at a time. Now that I had the body tomatch my inner beauty and I’d become just another sissy slave in mystep-father’s stable, I wondered if she would continue to tease and tormentme, or if the affection she had so cruelly faked to bring me low would growinto something real. I said a silent prayer that this was still a dream,because if it was, maybe we could have something real inside myfantasy. “Are you even listening to me, you stupid slut? Or have you gonedick dumb from riding faux phalluses for hours on end?” Sigh…it wasn’t adream. Instead, my nightmare was just beginning.I followed Isabella out of the room and into a nondescript hallway. Iopened my mouth to ask her how long I’d been out, but before I could uttera sound, she said, “First off, don’t bother to ask how long you were being’perfected’. I don’t know and if I did, I wouldn’t tell you. Time is fluiddown here. We know when to eat, sleep, and fuck based on a series ofchimes. You probably never paid attention to it when you where upstairsbecause you never had to meet a deadline in your life, but there are nocalenders or clocks upstairs either. So get used to not knowing even themost basic things and accepting whatever you are told.” She spoke with abitterness that I hoped wasn’t all directed at me. I realized with a pangof guilt that she was right about me, no one had ever depended on me foranything, so I guess time had always been fluid for me.I opened my mouth to speak again, and again she cut me off, “Don’t botherasking anymore questions. I’ve heard them all before and I’ll tell youeverything you need to know to be a good little sissy, which is preciouslittle. That’s rule number one by the way…a sissy never asksquestions. If she needs to know anything, her Master will tell her.” Inodded and followed behind her, walking past a mind boggling number ofrooms with different plaques on them…The Locker Room, The Prison Cell,The Count’s Chambers, The Classroom…and countless other fantasy themedrooms. I bit my tongue so that I wouldn’t let a question slip out, notwanting to upset Isabella before we had a chance to talk about all that hadhappened.”Sigh…okay, I can see this is killing you, and you make a really annoyingface when you’re trying to think, so I’ll tell you what the rooms arefor. You might have noticed that the basement is pretty big. That’s becauseit’s not a basement, it’s an underground complex your father built to livein after World War III or Armageddon, or a race war or whatever horribleold rich white men plan for.” I felt a twinge of sadness at the mention ofmy horrible old rich white man father. I had never met the man, he diedduring my conception, a casualty of his own vanity. He married my mother atage 89, a ridiculous attempt to recapture his youth with a vapid trophywife. He didn’t make it past the wedding night, cumming and going at thesame time as his heart gave out. I wonder if that’s why I’m so weak? Maybehis sperm wasn’t potent enough…”But to make a long story short, Master Darren saw the potential of the’basement’ and has turned it into a fantasy brothel and sissy re-educationcenter. Even I don’t know how big it really is, or where the guests comeand go from, but you’ll meet them eventually. It’s an expanding operationand you’re the newest, but certainly not the last sissy to join the team.”Suddenly, I felt even more insignificant, if that was even possible. Notonly had my identity, my manhood, my fortune, freedom, and future beenstripped from me, but I wasn’t even special…I was just another sissy outof many to come. Isabella must have noticed my hurt expression, because sheconsoled me by saying, “Don’t you dare get mopey around me. I will give youa reason to cry and then beat the tears out of you. A good sissy is a happysissy. That’s rule number seven. Dammit, look at you making me skip ahead.””I’m sorry, Mistress Isabella.” I didn’t dare talk back to her, even if Idid think she was being needlessly cruel…after all, she had me wrappedaround her little finger when I was still technically a man, stillofficially her Master…I didn’t want to find out what she could do to menow that I was just a sissy. I sucked up my sniffles and followed herwithout a word until we got to the showers. Before I could even eep, shepushed me against the wall, her hard cock crushing my tiny clit as itstruggled to rise to its full two inches…”Now listen up, because I’m only going to say this once. You’re going tolearn a lot of rules about being a good little sissy soon, but there’s onelesson you need to learn right now. When the Masters aren’t around, I’m incharge. If you stupid little sluts get in trouble, I get punished too. Soyou’d better believe I will keep you in line.” Her hand closed around mythroat. It was soft and warm, but it felt like it could crush my larynxwith a single squeeze. I just kept nodding dumbly, not wanting to give hera reason to give me a demonstration of how she kept naughty sissies inline…”Now down in the basement the rules aren’t as strict. When we have freetime, they don’t mind us getting off in whatever way we can. But let mewarn you, you won’t always have a choice in how you get off, or moreimportantly, how you get the other sissies off. It’s not my job to keep theother sissies from picking on you or making you their personal pet andfuckhole.” I remembered the casual cruelty with which the voluptuous LatinaLola had fucked the tattooed, pierced, and shaved sissy, Cunt. And theother gurls had eagerly watched as Isabella had fucked the cum out of me. Ihad a terrifying vision of drowning in a pool of sissy cum that poured outof my well fucked holes. Or was that a tempting vision? The idea ofsubmitting to another sissy made my sissy clit throb, but it alsofrightened me. If they had even an ounce of the pent up frustration I hadat times, they would tear me apart like tissue paper. But withoutIsabella’s protection, I didn’t know what I could do.”If you don’t want to end up the bottom bunk bitch of a harem ofsissies…and I’d be surprised if you weren’t already drooling at thethought, you better assert your dominance and fast. If you don’t pick asissy to overpower and dominate, trust me, one will pick you. Who knows,maybe even you can boss around one of these born and bred bimbobitches. But first things first, you stink of sweat and cum. Take a showerand then meet me in the dorms so I can finish your reorientation.” I noddedyes emphatically, so terrified that I looked like a bobble head doll justto make sure I didn’t upset her. She rolled her eyes and let out a sigh ofdisinterested disgust. I hung my head and made my way into the showers. Iwas starting to think this whole, forcibly feminized fuck doll gig mightnot be as glamorous as the brochure made out. Worse still, Isabella onlysaw me as an annoyance. After all we’d been through, I thought she would atleast hate me, but this coldness was so much worse. I was beginning tounderstand why Dante put the traitors in the lowest rung of Hell in afrozen wasteland. I had betrayed Isabella, just as she betrayed me, and nowa wall of ice separated us in Hell.I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t notice anyone else as in theshowers, that is until I walked right into her. “Hey! What’s the big idea?”I almost apologized reflexively, but I swallowed my sorry before I couldutter it. I didn’t want to appear weak, not when my entire future in thebasement was at stake. I had to prove I wasn’t at the bottom of the peggingorder, and as I saw the hurt look on Cunt’s face, I realized I had alreadyfound someone I could easily dominate. Her entire body was an advertisementfor her weakness, filthy slurs tattooed in ornate lettering across herhairless body, topped off with ‘CUNT’ written on her forehead. She lookedso vulnerable as the water cascaded over her skin, I could just imaginethere were tears running down her cheeks. I hated myself for it, but I knewI had to put them there if I wanted to show these sissies I could be tough,or at least tough for a sissy… “Who do you think you’re talking to,Cunt? I’ll walk where I goddamn want, and you’d better watch where I’mgoing from now on.” I sneered at her as I puffed out my chest, which wasn’tquite as intimidating as I’d intended considering I was basically shovingmy pendulous breasts at her, but I kept my nerve up. I knew it that it wasnow or never. I had to establish my dominance immediately so that hernatural instinct to submit to someone stronger would kick in and I wouldhave my first bitch. I thought of the various sissies in theharem. Obviously I couldn’t make Isabella my bitch, that ship had sailedonce I let her fuck me…five or so times. And I knew Lola could kick myass just as easily as she could fuck it, but I didn’t see why I shouldsubmit to Bambi or Sakura. I figured that even I could boss around a livingkewpie doll and a school girl geisha. But first I had to see to Cunt…”My name…is CONTESSA!” I smirked as I saw her normally docile facescrunch up into a mask of diminutive rage. It was so cute…that is untilshe pounced on me, knocking the wind out of me as she hit me square in thestomach with her shoulder and used the full weight of her body to knock meto the floor. I struggled to regain my composure, to try to figure out whatjust happened, to try and regain control of the situation. But with hersteely fingers pinning down my wrists and her powerful legs weighing downon my shapely but weak stems, I realized I never had control in the firstplace…”So, you thought you were going to make me your bitch, is that it?” Hermodest but shapely B-cup breasts crushed against my almost ridiculouslywell endowed tits. I squealed like a tortured mouse. I don’t know if it wasthe steam rising from the hot water hitting the cool tile floor or if mynew curves were making me feel even more submissive and sex starved thanever before…which before I found myself writhing underneath Contessa’sfirm grip, I would have never thought possible. “What were you going tomake me do…suck your shriveled little clit? Or where you going to try andget it hard enough for a few pathetic pumps inside my sexy ass?” Her lipscaressed my ear, her breath hot on my cheek, her teeth closed around mytender ear lobe…”AIEEEEE!” pain shot through my head as her teeth cut into by flesh, Itried to scream, but she struck with the speed of a cobra, her mouthseizing mine, forcing my scream back down my throat with her nimbletongue. I soon forgot my pain as her tongue wrestled mine to the floor ofmy mouth and her nipples sc****d against mine with a frustratingly franticfriction. Her smooth leg slid between mine, and despite my terror…ormaybe because of it, I found myself desperately thrusting my hips, rubbingmy swollen clit against her thigh, humping her like a bitch in heat. Shereleased my mouth for a moment and I assumed she wanted to hear me whimperwetly, but then she jammed her leg violently into my baby-softballs. “EEEEEEEEEE!” my scream would have made a castrato jealous.”Ooh, I’m going to like playing with you. I haven’t even broken the skinand already you’re singing like a dying bird.” My body was wracked withpain, starting from my bruised fruit and taking root up inside my guts,were it found fertile soil to plant pain….but just as suddenly as shethrust me into Hell, she delivered me into Heaven, moving with a felinespeed and grace down between my legs, taking my swollen sack into her mouthand gingerly sucking on it, nursing it back to health as I fought backtears of anguished relief. “You see, Belle, I can be a lovingMistress…but only to bitches that show me respect.” Her voice went fromsilky soft, a soothing whisper that sneaked into my ear to the cold,merciless monotone of an executioner, or her Master, Darius. She got up offme, satisfied that I wouldn’t try to resist any further. She stood up andheld her dainty foot in front of me, wriggling her little toes. I saw thatB-I-T-C-H was tattooed on them with an ornate flourish and I felt a pang ofshame that I would have a bitch for a Mistress. But I knew it was pointlessto resist, and more than anything, I wanted to find out how loving shecould be. I kissed the sole of her foot, licking from heel to toe andtaking her dainty toes in my mouth one by one, alternating between suckingon them and sliding my tongue between them. I heard her laugh, it soundlike broken glass falling to the floor…”That’s a good little bitch…as long as you know your place, we’ll getalong just fine. And I’ll only have to hurt you a little…” I looked up ather with a look of awe struck submission, not bothering to try and hide thefear and lust wrestling in my eyes. I knew that was what she wanted to seeanyway. “You probably thought I was easy prey, didn’t you? You saw the waymy Master treated me, see my shameful submission literally written on myface, heh you even saw Lola riding me like a little fuck pony, didn’t you?”She took her foot and placed it under my chin, lifting my head up closerand closer to her erect sissy stick. I’d never seen it from this angle, itwas an intimidating sight, it had grown to at least a full five inches, andnot terribly thick, but dotted with metal spikes that had been embedded inher tender cock. I imagined what it would feel like in my throat and Iswallowed hard. I realized with a stifled sob that I was about to findout…”Well I’ve got some news for you…I’m the toughest sissy in thebasement. You could torture me all day and you’d only end up begging me formercy. My Master has made me the strongest, sickest, sexiest sissy alive,and you little bitches belong to me when you’re in my basement. I let yoursnobby sissy slut pretend she’s in charge because she doesn’t try and fuckmy bitches, but make no mistake…she may enforce the rules, but downhere…I make them. So if I want to order Lola to fuck me with her fatprick, then that’s my business. But get this straight, she is a kept sissy,just like me, so that makes us better than you community sissies…so don’tyou ever try and fuck me again. Get it?”During her threatening tirade she kept rubbing her cock all over my face,the smell of lavender and sweat making me swoon and her hard steel grazingmy soft flesh making me tremble in fear…and anticipation. I realized whata terrible mistake I’d made, and I was surprised at how guilty I felt. Idon’t know if it was the shock of processing all these new sensations andthe onslaught of changes all at once, or if I was simply adjusting to mynew role as a sissy slave, but I didn’t even question why I was so eager toplease her. Submitting to the strong just made sense…it was the naturalorder, it was my moral duty to honor the gods of Domination andDegradation, even if they were arbitrary and cruel. And the worst part was,I think a part of me wanted her to be unfairly malicious. I felt like Ideserved to be punished for being so weak, for throwing my life away for akiss…and who better to condemn me than another sissy? “Please, Mistress,please punish me for being such a stupid slut. I want to be a good slave!”Even as I was saying it I was cringing, my words far braver than Iwas. Maybe I deserved it, but I didn’t know if I was strong enough to takemy punishment.Contessa looked pleasantly surprised, which for a fleeting, flutterymoment, made it all feel worthwhile. Of course, the moment couldn’t last. Imust have been smiling too broadly, or maybe my mouth was slack anddrooling from feeling her cock kissing my lips, but suddenly I felt hotflesh and cold steel barreling down my throat, bringing tears to my eyesand stopping my heart. For a moment there was only the shock of the aliensensation of unyielding metal traveling along with soft skin and hard, butmalleable muscle. And then my brain decided to make up for slacking off byprocessing the stabbing sensation of pain in stark detail. I panicked, surefrom the intensity of the agony shredding in and out of my throat that Imust be fatally wounded. Unfortunately, this only make my throat closetighter around the studded sissy stick, spurring Contessa on as I milkedher hard clit. “Hmm I’ve got admit, I didn’t expect much from your mouth,but you’ve got quite the talented little throat. I’m going to have to cutthis short if I want to fuck that tender little pussy of yours.”I didn’t know whether to be relieved or horrified as she pulled out ofmouth with a wet plop and let me crumple to the floor. Drool dribbled pastmy lips and down my chin, hitting the tile before me as I panted, slackjawed and spent. What I saw surprised me almost as much as my throatfucking…there wasn’t a drop of blood in my spit. What had felt likemortal wounds was only sensitive nerves being pressed hard by pointed, butapparently dull metal studs. In a way I felt disappointed, sure I wasn’tgoing to die, but that meant I had caved to pain alone. I had hoped I waspast that, but every fresh hurt turned me into a frightened virgin, and Inever knew when I would beg for mercy, humiliating myself and bringing morewell deserved wrath on my head. I’d been lucky so far, but I knew I had tosteel myself if I was going to endure what came next. Contessa tookadvantage of me being on all fours like a good little bitch, sliding behindme with that terrifying speed of hers and forcing her cock into my ass withone forceful thrust.”NNNGGGHH!” I gritted my teeth until I thought they might crush intopowder, but I did not let the scream out. Contessa’s slim prissy prick slidin with little resistance. Instead of making it easier to accommodate hermember, it let her long shaft me immediately, digging a trench of boilinglava into the bottom of my love tunnel while the top of her mushroom headhit my sissy spot sending muted throbs of pleasure to ease my pain. But itwas like tossing drops of water into a volcano…she wasn’t hitting it hardenough to give me any real release, but I worried that if she sped up anymore, her spikes would be the nails on my coffin, digging a hole I couldn’tclimb out of as the pain boiled over until I couldn’t endure it anylonger. That’s when Contessa did something that really shocked me…”Aww…poor little, Belle…her first day and she’s already gettingtrenched…I remember my first day here…how frightened and alone Ifelt. To be honest, I expected you to beg me to stop even before I shovedMr. Chompers up your sissy chute. I’ll give you a break, just thisonce…”and just like that…she pulled out, leaving only warm steam tofill my hole providing a balm to my ravaged nerves. I looked up at her withpuppy dog eyes, overwhelmed by the unimaginable generosity she showed bynot tearing up my ass. I couldn’t form the words to express my gratitude,which made them that much more profound. “Aww…aren’t you the friendlylittle puppy? Just for that, I’m going to clean you myself.” All she doesis curl her finger slightly, but an 18 wheeler couldn’t have pulled metowards her any quicker. Before I knew it I was kneeling at her feet, warmwater cascading down on us both. She put a finger on my chin and Iimmediately rose to my feet, eagerly awaiting her next command.She didn’t speak a word…but her hands said everything, slowly sliding upand down my curves, soap covering every inch of my quivering flesh, herskillful hands finding every nook and cranny. I wrapped my lips around hershoulder to stifle a moan, and she took the opportunity to gently stroke myhair, the wavy blonde locks sticking to my back as she caressed my crown. Iwas shell shocked by this sudden change in her personality. She went fromthe kind of girls that rips the wings of flies and then tries to staplethem back on, to this sweet, loving creature. I didn’t know what to make ofit, but I also didn’t want to figure it out if there was something wrongwith it. So I just turned off my brain and let the water run down ourbodies, finding the tiny crevices between our soft embrace and heating themup as they caressed them with tiny streams. Of course, this oasis in Hellcouldn’t last forever. After what seemed like only an instant, but which mypruning fingers told me must be longer, she broke the embrace, practicallycooing, “There. Now you’re all clean and you can go meet my other pets.”I smiled stupidly, no longer worrying about anything, and trusting my newMistress implicitly, as if I hadn’t just been ravaged by her. This comfortmade me careless, and I forgot how quickly she could turn violent. All Iwas thinking about was the need throbbing between my legs and radiatingfrom my aching nipples as well as the soul deep emptiness in my sissypussy. “Please, Mistress, will you help me get off now. I haven’t cum sinceI woke up and I feel like I’m going to rupture something.” I don’t knowwhat I expected…I should have remembered a slave lives for pleasure, justnot her pleasure. But what I definitely did not expect was to see thewarmth freeze in her eyes and for her face to fall into a mask of mercilessmalice.”I should have known…still the same spoiled brat. You’re not a friendlylittle puppy at all. You’re a filthy little fuck pig. Well we’ll see howhungry you really are…” She yanked me by the hair and I couldn’t keep theshameful shrieks inside me. She didn’t yank especially hard or even seem tocare if she was inflicting pain one way or the other. She was just using itas a substitute for a leash, dragging me into the adjacent locker room,every step further eroding my will, leaving me a sobbing snotty mess by thetime she tossed me unceremoniously on the ground. “Ugh…you really are afuck pig, aren’t you? Well luckily I carry around just the thing for slutslike you.” I saw her digging into her locker and each item she pulled outmade my heart beat faster, the blood rushing to my face so fast I almostfainted…The leash I expected…I almost felt relieved when I felt it tightly hug myneck. At this point I needed someone to control me, I was obviously in nostate to…and it beat pulling me by my hair. The next item seemed cute atfirst, pink perky little ears on a leather strap that she fastened tightlyaround my chin. I thought maybe she had a change of heart and was going togive me another chance to prove I could be a good little sex kitten…thatis, until I saw the pink plastic snout in one hand, and the butt plug inthe other…matching pink, and flaring wider than any cock I’d ever taken,but long enough to mash in my gooey button, with a corkscrew tailcompleting my fuck pig uniform…I don’t know if it was nerves or brazenlust, but I couldn’t hold in an excited little squeal…”Ugh…you really are a disgusting creature.” I had no doubt that hercontempt was genuine, which made me feel hurt and worthless, but at thesame time I struggled with the overwhelming excitement building inside meas I waited to find out what Contessa had in store for me. I was torn…onone hand I wanted nothing more to please my new Mistress, on the other INEEDED to cum. One thing was crystal clear… my new Mistress was asunpredictable as she was dangerous, and I didn’t want to give her any morecause to lash out at me than I already had. I would let her humiliate meand prove whatever point it was she was trying to prove, and I would learnmy lesson, even if she was the only who knew what that was…I didn’t know what expression she wanted me to wear as she slipped thesnout on my face, but apparently a stupid grin wasn’t it…I squealedagain, but this time in pain, as her hand met my buttock with enough forceto make my teeth rattle. “Don’t you dare smile at me, piggy. You aren’teven a human being anymore, just a disgusting a****l. So you look at thefloor and don’t you dare say a word. Piggies can’t talk. So if I ask you aquestion, you snort once for yes and twice for no, understand?” I start tonod, but then realize that would mean I would have to look up at her, so asdehumanizing as it was, I merely stared at my hands and grunted once asrespectfully as I could. “That’s a good pig…”Contessa rewarded my obedience by pressing the plug up against my puckeredhole…I said a silent thank you for the lube she had evidently applied toit, because it slid in without much of a struggle. There was a moment whenit felt a large rubbery ball of pain was being forced up inside me, but ittapered off as my asshole swallowed up the widest part of the plug andgreedily gobbled the rest until all that stuck out was my cute curlytail. I marveled in the feeling of hard, unyielding rubber against mytingling nerves, it was different from the heated friction of flesh onflesh…not as intense, to be sure, but not as fleeting either. My asswiggled involuntarily as I squeezed to hug it tighter with my anal walls. Icould feel Contessa’s disgusted stare dripping over me even without lookingup, but I couldn’t help myself. It was a vicious circle, the morehumiliated I was for acting so depraved and wanton, the hornier I got overbeing humiliated. I couldn’t control myself, all I could do was crawlbehind my Mistress as she led me by the leash to what ever delightfulpunishment she had planned…She led me out of the locker room and through the labyrinth of identicalhalls. I had no idea how she knew where to go, but then again, I didn’tneed to know, because all I could do was follow anyway. Along the way, shewould make staccato raps to the water pipes, sending out what I could onlyassume was sort of sissy Morse code. I wondered vaguely what she wassaying, and who she was saying it to, but again I decided it was pointlessto ponder it. There’s a special sort of calm in surrender. Once you acceptthat you are completely powerless to change your fate, you are free fromworrying about it. That is, until you pass the love of your life and themother of all heart breakers in the hall and hear her sigh “Christ,Contessa, what the fuck are you thinking? You couldn’t wait a full daybefore making Belle your fuck pig?” Her tone was exasperated, but notsurprised. My mindless calm became troubled by waves of shameful regret. Itwould be one thing if she sounded jealous, or even disappointed…but sheonly sounded annoyed with Contessa for not being more patient. She didn’tdoubt for a second that I’d end up as a disgusting fuck pig, she knew itwas inevitable…she just wanted Contessa to give me a day or two first…”Don’t get your panties in a bunch, Isabella. Your little girlfriend heretried to make me her bitch, and then when in my infinite mercy I decided toforgive my new bitch, the nasty fuck pig begged to cum. So I’m taking piggyto get fed.” I risked sneaking a glance up at Isabella to see her reaction,immediately regretting it. There was the usual tired disinterest, but themoment she heard about ‘feeding me’, she winced and something that almostresembled pity came into her eyes. I began to worry where I was headed, andremembered with a shudder that it didn’t matter where I was headed or whatContessa had planned, because there was nothing I could do to stopher…only this time the thought wasn’t so comforting. Instead, myhelplessness only added to the gnawing worry eating me up inside. But all Icould do was follow as my new Mistress led me away from my first Mistressand towards whatever twisted fate she had planned for me…I knew we had finally reached our destination when I let out a halffearful/half excited gasp…the playroom! An impressively large room filledwith all sorts of twisted toys and the restraints needed to force me toplay with them. My lip trembled fearfully under my snout, making me theperfect picture of a pathetic pet. I saw Lola leaning over a stockade,licking her lips lasciviously. I didn’t know whether to be relieved oreven more terrified. With Contessa I didn’t know where her mood with takeher from one second to the next, but at least there was the possibility forsmall pockets of kindness, an eye in the storm of her sadistic wrath. WithLola, I had the feeling I could count on consistency, but I had a gut punchfeeling that it would be consistently cruel, or at best capricious. Hergreeting didn’t exactly allay my fears…”Hola, Bella, you are looking muydelicioso since you emerged from your cocoon. I’ve been waiting to feed youmi chorizo, so I hope you tiene mucho hungry.”I wanted to explain myself, ask her to be gentle, but I saw the hungerdripping from her eyes, the same I saw in her Master’s gaze just before heforced his fat cock up my ass without so much as a drop of spit. Contessawas silent as an executioner as she pulled me up into the stockade,securing my hands and neck and forcing me to stand spread-eagle with my assarched invitingly just to avoid from chocking against my restraints. Icouldn’t see her as her long dagger-like nails slid gently across my skin,the tenderness of it only reinforcing how vulnerable I was should shechoose to cut into me. That familiar treachery stirred within me, my bodybuilding up to a full scale mutiny against my better judgment, only my newbody was even more persuasive. My breasts weighed heavily as they hungagainst the smooth oak of my stocks, caressed by hard, unyielding wood,they throbbed with pleasure, telling me to embrace the binds that hugged meso tight. My legs shook in anticipation, sending shudders all the way up tomy generous ass, which shimmied as if trying to charm any nearby snakesinside. I wanted to say something, anything that might get them to see meas something more than sexual livestock, if not a human, at least a fellowsissy. But all I could manage was to grunt once for yes…oh God yes…Contessa finally cut through the thick silence with her steely voice, “Incase you haven’t figured this out yet, you aren’t here as a reward. I willnot tolerate a selfish sissy in my service. You will learn self control, orI will teach you the wages of sin Dante Alighieri style. But, I can be anangel of mercy or the Queen of Hell. It’s all up to you. If you can makeLola here cum before you do, then I’ll let you go back to being almosthuman. If not…well, let’s just say you really can have too much of a goodthing.” Throughout her sinister speech, I pricked my pink pointed ears upand hung helplessly on every word.Still, it was tough to focus Contessa out of sight and with Lola strippingnaked before me. She peeled off her tight whorish halter top and unzippedher miniskirt letting it fall to the floor. Unsurprisingly, she wascompletely naked underneath, her tanned skin looking so appetizing pulledtaut over her voluptuous curves. She was probably the only one in theBasement with fuller curves than me, but where mine were soft and yielding,one look would tell you that you could bounce a quarter off of her bubblebutt, her thick thighs and broad hips looked like they could pop awatermelon, even as her hips curved in steeply, giving her the figure of abronze Barbie doll or one of R Crumb’s wet-dream-girls. Her cock was evenmore impressive, uncut, it really did look like a mouthwatering sausage,and a frighteningly filling one at that. It must have been a lucky seveninches long, and so thick my jaw hurt just staring at it. But by the timeshe finally pressed it to my lips, saying “Come on, puta, it’s tucomida…so eat up…”, I didn’t so much open my mouth as I moaned aroundit…It was only the fourth cock I had in my mouth, but even so, I was sure I’dnever get tired of tasting a new treat. Just as Isabella’s was milder thanmy step-brother Dale’s cock and Contessa’s had a more flowery smell and abite to it, Lola’s had its own unique taste, texture, and shape. For one,her foreskin gave it the delightful sensation of unwrapping a piece ofcandy with my tongue, only it was one of those Mexican candies, salty and alittle spicy from the sweat trapped underneath its hood…but far fromunpleasant. And her girth was making me swoon, and not just from the lackof oxygen. Feeling her stretch my throat to cartoonish proportions sentsubmissive shivers down my spine. I couldn’t resist wiggling my little tailand clenching down on my pretty pink plug so that it would press against mypretty pink prostate and make my entire body throb with every surge of herhot tamale. I was beginning to wonder why anyone thought being a sissy’sbitch was a bad thing. I couldn’t imagine ever turning down Lola’s fatclit, so why should I care if I didn’t have a choice?I soon found out when she began lovingly stroking my hair, softly at firstwhispering, “Mi amor, mi chiquita bonita, mi cochinto chinga” and all sortsof other romantic sounding serenading. But then she gripped my hairtightly, and as if she wasn’t aware of what she was doing, startedthrusting so fast, that my head was getting slammed against the hardwood…even as her hard wood reminded me of how bad something I loved couldhurt me. She still was cooing at me, “You’re such a good little piggy…esso sexy when your snout mashes against mi stomach…I’m going to askContessa if she minds me tying a ribbon around yourtail…cute…little…tail…and…cute…little…throat…” I guess thebest thing about Lola was also the worst thing. She wasn’t vindictive likeContessa or manipulative like Isabella…she was just passionate. But itwas a passion that burned up everything it touched, and she was its firstvictim, lost in mindless hedonism and completely unaware of how brutal herlove was.My only consolation was in knowing that at this rate, she would fill mythroat with her milk before she could even think about fucking me. I wouldprove my worth as a sissy and I wouldn’t even have to do anything. I justhoped I would have enough brain cells to appreciate it once the drunkenstupor of an oxygen starved brain wore off. And then I heard the familiarsound of Contessa’s sharp voice cutting through my daze…”Pathetic. Youcouldn’t even wait until she started fucking you, could you? No, you had tomilk your disgusting toy tail for all it was worth. Well I hope it wasworth it, because I don’t give second chances…” I had no idea what shewas talking about, until I felt my legs go rubbery and my clitty spasm andshoot, sending gushes of giddy glee throughout my rolling curves. This newbody seemed even more responsive than before, with my golly gee spotbursting into a blissed out flood that pumped through my veins, my nipplesradiating the happy hurt they usually only sent out for a hard fuck and myWhite Room closing in around me, Lola metamorphosing into an angel sent todeliver me from the darkness and lead me safely into the pure perfect lightof salvation…and then she pulled out.Once I stopped drooling long enough to think and my mind chugged back tolife, I remembered that Lola had delivered me evil, she had handed me overto it…dropping me into the claws of the Queen of Hell…I could onlyimagine what kind of unimaginable torture Contessa was cooking up behindme. I think any sight would have been better than the swirl of imagespulling me down into the abyss of hopeless terror. When Lola joined herMistress behind me, I became doubly worried. I felt a tug on my tail, and Isquirmed helplessly as it was sloooooowly pulled out of me, the width ofthe plug bringing back that taut pain as I stretched my sphincter to makeits way out. But I was surprised that it didn’t hurt more, it must haveloosened me up a little the first time, because I noticed the sweet stabsof pleasure more than the heated hurt. I even let myself hope that maybe mypunishment wouldn’t be as bad as I feared. But of course I was wrong. Mypunishment ended up being much, much better than I could have everimagined…and that was the true Hell of it…”Mami, por favor with sugar on top, can I fill this piggy with leche beforeyou punish her…think of it as extra lube…” this sounded about as farfrom punishment as things could get. Ever since I saw her bronze beautythick and throbbing before my lips, I had wanted…okay, NEEDED to feel itinside my hungrier hole. And with my cute little tail cut off, my pussy wasfeeling excruciatingly empty. Once again I wondered what they could havedone to make my new body even more wanton and willing. It’s not like I hadan asshole transplant…did I? Had they surgically grafted a woman’s pussyinto my ass? As ridiculous as that sounded, the reality seemed even lessplausible, because with my asshole as sensitive and responsive as it feltin that moment, I doubt I’d even be able to fart without cumming. I waitedwith bated breath to hear Contessa’s answer, saying a silent prayer to allthe devils in Hell offering to sell my soul if she would just say yes,hoping they didn’t know my step-father already had a lien on it…My prayers were answered in the form of a warm, silky smooth pressureagainst my throbbing hole, Lola slid in with ease, and I grunted “YES! YES!YES!” as she slid effortlessly into me, her once frightening width bringingonly a playful pinch to my tender tissue. Instead of tearing me apart, shewas filling me up, hitting every weak spot inside me at once. At thatmoment I forgot that I didn’t have a real pussy, I was certain the lubethat let Lola slide in and out of me at a quickening pace must have been mypussy getting wet. I struggled to make sense of it, but then I felt herhands slide up and down my pendulous breasts, teasing them with tantalizingpleasure that tickled it’s way across my skin down to my swollennipples. They were so hard and so puffy, they looked like a bee had stungthem, only instead of venom, he filled them with sweet sweet honey. Now Iwas certain that these were my real breasts, not implants…they just hadto be, it’s the only way the could fill up with hot liquid lust, like twowater balloons ready to burst…the only way my nipples could throb withthe beat of my pussy pumping out the backed up gurl goo into my veins andout to every quivering capillary under my skin. It made sense when Ithought about it…or I guess the appropriate word would be ‘felt’ aboutit…because it felt real…and feelings were so much more real thanreality. Besides, if I had a pussy, I had to have breasts, and if I hadbreasts it made since I had a pussy. I was dizzy chasing myself deeper anddeeper down a vicious circle jerk until my brain gave up even trying towork it out and deferred to my body’s infinite wisdom…I should have been worried. Sex as a sissy had been overwhelming back whenI was still technically a man, even disorienting, but things had never feltso oppressively unreal before. It wasn’t like before, when my mind wouldreach a point where it couldn’t process the orgasms multiplyingexponentially until there was no room in my head for anything else. I mean,sure that was happening too…especially since Lola’s passion was onlymatched by her endurance her prickette filling me again and again, settingoff cluster bombs of devastating euphoria. But unlike before, things didn’tjust go blank…there was something waiting, some sort of back up, fillingthe White Room with a flood of images and thoughts too fast tocomprehend…which only seemed to make them more convincing. Some smallsliver of sanity was trying to reject the decadent mantra, knowinginstinctively somehow that the more right things felt, the wronger theywere, but all that came out of its savage scream was, “SQUUEEEEEEEEEE!””Ooh it looks like piggy like’s her food. Well here cums some more slop,puta!” Lola grabbed my buttocks, squeezing down on them so hard she forcedout another squeal of delight. She pulled me back onto her throbbing memberso hard my teeth rattled and I felt a flood of sissy fluids fill my hungryhole. Her orgasm traveled through me, rolling downhill like a stickysnowball into it buried me in creamy perfection…it was like I couldn’tfeel a part of me that wasn’t cumming, even my soft, shriveled clit wasspurting out a thin drool of sissy squeezings. She sighed as she massagedmy buttocks, kneading them as if to milk the last shuddery spurts…eachone sent shivers of sizzling delight through me. By the time she pulled outand left me hanging limply in my stocks, I felt well fucked and wellfilled. If this was punishment, I was going to be a very naughty gurl.”Hmm…just what I’d expect from a little piggy. She ate her meal and nowshe’s ready to roll around in her filth and pass out. But this is supposedto be punishment, remember, piggy? Or are you ready to be a good sissy?I’ll give you the choice. If you are willing to go a week with out cumming,I won’t punish you. That, or I can make you cum right now. Well what willit be?” Contessa asked as if she already knew the answer, as if goingthrough the motions for formality’s sake was a tiresome chore. But howcould she expect me to turn down a chance to cum for a week’s worth of nocumming? I couldn’t think up a worse punishment than that…and I hopedthat neither could she. My mind was still hazy from my deep dicked drunkencum high, but what little rational thought that poked through the fog alltold me I needed to cum…that it was worth any punishment for a littlemore pleasure. I didn’t know if that was coming from me, my body, or themysterious new place beyond The White Room, but at that moment, it didn’tmatter. I knew what I had to do. I snorted once for yes…and I snortedvery politely…”So pathetic…and so utterly predictable.” Contessa was still out of sightand after a few absurdly long seconds, I began to have second thoughts. Iwas still too horny to worry about the punishment, but I was starting toworry about the funishment. I was worried that the way Contessa liked tocum and the way I preferred were world’s apart. But then Lola wheeled outthe most captivating contraption I’ve ever seen. Lola showed it off with agrand flourishes of her arms, as if she were revealing the grand prize onsome perverted game show. It was a behemoth on wheels…a giant motorattached to what looked like a powerful piston and at the end of thepiston…an ultra realistic dildo, fat and long, just like I likedthem. All of the sudden I saw the dark humor in her offer to let me cum inexchange for a punishment…cumming was the punishment. That machine wasboth a sex toy and a torture device…it just depended on how long you leftit on. And from the look on Lola’s face, it was going to be left on halfpast Hell…”Lola and I have places to be, so we’ll just let The Obliterator5000 herekeep you company until we get back. I’m sure it won’t be more than a fewhours at most…try not to have too much fun.” Try not to have too muchfun. I would have laughed, but I knew the joke was on me. I heard thesinister squeak of the wheels as they positioned it behind me, felt itslowly part my pussy as it slid into place, making me snort reflexively, mybody happy for sloppy seconds even if my brain was running around incircles looking for a way out. The I felt a dribble of precum leak into mycunt, my lust/fear addled mind not sure if it was an inventive lubingmechanism or if they somehow got a real cock onto that infernal machine,and I knew I was lost. By the time I heard the click of the Obliteratorwhirring to life, I had surrendered to the inevitable. Surrender, it wasbeginning to become my defining trait, to the point I wasn’t sure what elsewas left. Did anything else really matter if it could all change with ablush and a whimper?Paradoxically, I felt the familiar feeling of hopeless optimism well upinside me the moment I gave in. I thought that maybe I’m more of a slutthan they ever dreamed, and this really will be a reward for me. I don’tknow why that was supposed to be a comforting thought, but it worked wellenough to dull the sharp edges of nerves stabbing into my gut. But whatmade even less sense was how I could still find hope in the firstplace. Things were already hopeless long before I ended up in the basement,maybe even as early as birth. Maybe my new Master was right, maybe somepeople are destined to be slaves, but even if I wasn’t, that didn’t changemy circumstances…and what hope did a sissified shemale slave have? Icouldn’t think of a single reasonable scenario that meant anything butunending torment and terror…but I could think of dozens of increasinglyimpossible scenarios, and I clung to them like a life raft in a tsunami.My impossible scenario seemed downright possible as the machine beganpounding my pussy with pneumatic precision, perfectly calibrated to hit myG spot as well as a few I don’t know if Cosmo has discovered yet. I soonclimbed up to the dizzying heights of decadent hedonism I had reachedearlier, foolishly believing them to be a pinnacle…but as the cock keptfucking me, the explosive force of my orgasms took me past escape velocityand into outer space…the hot friction fueled my ascent as I came fasterand faster, my soul shooting like a comet as every atom in my body vibratedin a harmonic Hallelujah…blazing past Heaven and into realms of pleasureundreamt of by mere mortals. In other words…I came…a lot…more thanthe Surgeon General’s recommended daily dose. I was more than high on myown body, I was overdosing. Whatever they had done to me had made meinfinitely more susceptible to pleasure…with an emphasis on theinfinite. On my journey to the edge of the universe and beyond, I had allthe time in the world to ponder the indecipherable whispers surrounding melike a blanket of light. Whatever they were saying, I felt safe and calm asI listened, like an infant in her mother’s womb, absorbing the sacredtruths of the universe in my cosmic egg…and I could have gone on likethat forever…that is until the whispers turned to screams…I still couldn’t tell what the voices where screaming, but I knew that theywere angry. I felt guilt unlike anything I’d ever experienced beforegnawing at my soul. If the earlier whispers were letting me know that itwas good to be fucked, the screams were telling me it was bad to cumwithout permission. I remember being scolded before, a room full of sissiesmocking me as I lost sissy chicken to my own slave…the humiliating stingof my bratty step-brother, Dale, blackmailing me, buggering me, and thenberating me for being a selfish sissy and cumming first…my final eruptionas a man sealing my sticky fate as a slave…and now Contessa, punishing mefor being a greedy little pig. It brought all of my insecurities floodingback…I had always believed the world owed me everything…and then oneday I learned that not only do I owe the world everything, I have nothingto offer. A failure as a man, becoming a sissy wasn’t a point of pride likewith some of the other girls, it was an escape attempt…one I botched whenI agreed to become a slave in a moment of weakness. Now the only thing Ihad left, the only thing that mattered, was being the best slave I couldbe…and before I even started I had already failed by being the weakwilled spineless brat I always had been.Of course, none of this guilt stopped me from cumming. Not by a longshot. My body was an insatiable little cock pig. No matter how violently mymind retched in self disgust, I couldn’t deny the irresistible bliss ofbeing force fed orgasms until I burst…and burst…and burst. But unlikemy earlier escapes into superego destroying euphoria, the guilt gnawing atme only grew more vicious the fuller I got. I tried to cry out knowingthere was no one to here me…to beg for mercy I knew I didn’tdeserve…but I couldn’t find the words. How could I beg to be fuckedharder and to stop at the same time? Was it weaker to give into the voiceof conscience I wasn’t even sure was mine? Or was it weaker to give into mybasest desires and eagerly accept my role as a fuck pig? Honestly if Icould have done one or the other, I wouldn’t have cared. It was beingcaught in the maelstrom I couldn’t endure, but even though it wasunbearable, all I could do was wait for it to end.Time was always a tricky thing when I was getting fucked…moments couldstretch into infinity and hours could melt away like butter in a hotskillet. And in a place where the concept of time was forbidden, thingsgrew even more strange, the absurdity taking root to the point that Hellgrew from an abstract analogy into a very real, very physical place. Helldidn’t need a lake of fire or demons or the tortures of the damned. Hellwas the place you ended up when you had nowhere else to run…Hell wasfacing yourself and not being able to turn away. Hell wasn’t otherpeople…Hell was being given exactly what I wanted…forever, andrealizing how terrible my appetites were…By the time I was finally released, I had run out of tears…or any otherfluids for that matter. I shivered uncontrollably as I collapsed to theground, my limbs useless and rubbery, my skin dripping with sicklysweat. My mouth dry, only just able to mouth the words “I’m sorry” over andover again. If Contessa noticed, she gave no sign of it…cruelly draggingme by the leash back out into the hall…forcing me back onto all fours asmy limbs came alive in brilliant flashes of pain. Everything hurt…themere absence of endorphins flooding my body sent me into orgasm withdrawalthe emptiness filled only with jagged sobs. I kept pleading forforgiveness, but I couldn’t form the words, I was terrified I would neverrecover, that I had become brain damaged and broken, a defective sissy. Iwondered if she was leading me to the incinerator or the slaughterhouse…Iprayed for either…anything that would bring an end to the pain. But mostof all, I prayed for forgiveness…I doubt she heard me. And if she did,I’m certain she didn’t care…Instead of my end, we returned to the place where our relationshipbegan. She led me back into the showers, tying my leash to a ring on thewall I can only assume was designed for that very purpose. Then, as ifturning a hose on a pig covered in her own shit, she turned the shower onfull blast, saying, “You missed dinner while you were being ‘fed’, sobedtime can’t be far off. Try not to make a pig of yourself before you turnin. If Isabella nags me for your sloppiness, then I’ll take it out of yourass…and not in a way you’ll enjoy.”She didn’t give me a chance to respond, not that I would have been capableof a response anyway. No, all I could do was let the water crash down onme, washing off all evidence of the filth festering inside me and allowingme to pretend my tears were only the water hitting my cheeks. That is howshe left me, leaving me to sway back and forth under the empty caress ofwarm water, convinced I’d never get clean. My only consolation was thatthings probably couldn’t get worse…or at least not before bedtime. But ofcourse I was wrong…because Contessa had sent Bambi and Sakura to fetch meand ‘tuck me in’…”Aww look at thew widdle piggy. She is like a gagillion times cuter thanthat Charlotte’s Web piggy.” I blushed at the bitchslapped compliment,staring up at the kewpie doll with a mix of fear and lust. I thought I hadher pegged, what with her cotton candy pink hair…which I could only guesswas her petulant reaction to having another blonde join the harem…it wasspun into girlish pigtails and only added to her porcelain fuck dollallure. Her baby doll make up accented her fair skin and her long lashesfanned her bright blue eyes, giving a look of demure innocence, but it onlytook one look at the way her Clara Bow lips curled into a hungry smile tomake me worry about the easy confidence that carried her closer to me withevery bouncing step.I turned to Sakura for support, hoping the kindness I showed her when I wasstill a Master would be returned now that I was a sissy, but she wouldn’tmeet my eyes. She was humility personified, shamefully looking down at hermaryjane shoes, the archetypal Japanese schoolgurl, her ivory skin paintedlike a geisha with her bright red blush. I noticed that she was being ledby the hand by Bambi, and I realized I wasn’t going to get any help fromher. She was obviously Bambi’s bitch…which meant that Bambi wasn’t theobedient little girl I had imagined. I thought I had her pegged, but it wasbeginning to look like she would be pegging me instead. Her voice bubbledout in sing-song mockery as she walked towards the faucet, teasing “Thislittle piggy went to the white slave market, and this little piggy neverwent home, this little piggy got spit-roasted, and this little piggywent…””EEEEEEE! EEEEE! EEEEEEE!” Icy cold water cut into me like countless tinyshards of glass. I scurried away from the water on all fours, Bambilaughing behind me as she aimed the shower head at me and hand on the coldwater tap with a kung fu grip. She giggled as she watched me try to escapefrom the jets of icy water while still tethered to the ring by my leash. Ifinally gave up running, instead crawling through the shivery shower tokneel at her feet, begging her to stop…”Oh Pooh…don’t tell me you can’t take a joke. You aren’t going to be likeSakura are you? Pwetending you hate being my gurlfriend while secretelywuving every minute?” Thankfully she had turned off the water, but Icouldn’t stop shaking. Not just because of the cold…but because I lookedup to see the anguish in Sakura’s almond eyes as she tried to avoid mygaze. I had no doubt that what Bambi considered a gurlfriend, most wouldconsider a prison bitch.I surprised myself with a lack of self preservation, more concerned forSakura’s well being. I didn’t know where this sudden selfless streak wascoming from, but I didn’t want to scare myself away from it, so I justblurted out the first thing that came to mind, “How dare you? Can’t you seeshe’s suffering? How would you feel if you were stolen from you homelandand forced to come to a strange land where you barely spoke the language?Don’t you know how important honor is to the Japanese? You’re lucky shehasn’t committed seppuku.” I felt a strange sense of relief after gettingit out, as if I had accomplished something even if I was just humiliatedand abused for my efforts…as I was sure I would be. Maybe it didn’tmatter what the results were, maybe all that mattered was doing the rightthing despite the consequences. Or at least, that’s what I thought untilSakura spat on me…”Baka Gaijin! This humble sissy is American as the pie of the apples! I amvery good speaker of English, and I am not a fucking JAP!” I crawledbackwards until I was backed up against the tile wall, trying to get somedistance between me and a suddenly not so submissive Sakura. I couldn’tunderstand why she was so mad…if she wasn’t Japanese, then why did shedress like that? Why did she talk like that? When Bambi laughinglyexplained it to me, I wished I never learned the answer…”Silly widdle piggy. Don’t you know Koreans hate being called Japaneesy?Espeshually Korean-‘merry-cans. ‘Sides, it’s a total sissy party foul tobring up who we where before we butterflyed. But you’ll understan’ why wetalk so siwwy once you’ve had your grammer and electrocution lessons.”Sakura looked away, tears in her eyes. I couldn’t imagine what couldtransform someone so completely into a living caricature…but mostly Ihoped she had misspoke when she tried to day ‘elocution lessons’…but Ihad a gut-punch feeling that she knew exactly what she was saying…”Hmm…now how should I punish this bad widdle piggy for my makin’ mygurlfriend all sad faced?” Bambi had finally untied my leash, only to wrapit firmly around her hand and pull me up to my wobbly feet. I knew shedidn’t care about Sakura, but she wasn’t about to waste an opportunity topunish me for it. After my marathon session with the fuck machine, I didn’thave the strength left to fight them off…and I wasn’t sure I had enoughbefore that either. So I did what anyone would do when faced with ahopeless situation…I begged for mercy…”Please, can’t we just be friends? I don’t want to hurt you…and I REALLYdon’t want to get hurt. Why can’t we all just be nice to each other insteadof acting like bimbo bullies?” When I finished my little speech I was onthe verge of tears…it was heartfelt…it was stirring…it was utterlypointless. Trying to appeal to the humanity of a sissy is like trying toteach a cat algebra, they’ll never understand it and you only look stupidfor trying. The worst part is, I couldn’t even blame her…she’s not theone that took every last drop of humanity and rang it out of her like shewas a filthy rag. I wondered how long it would take for me to become asplayfully cruel as her, and if that would make me stronger.”Of course we can be friends…the bestest of friends. As long as you dowhatever I say, whenever I say it. After all, I’m a pwetty pwincess andyou’re just a maid. Of course, if you want to upset the social high-archey,then you know what you have to do. Beat me at sissy chicken and I’ll beyour widdle baby bitch.” The way her eyes shined when she challenged me, Icouldn’t tell if she was looking forward to winning, or hoping she’dlose…I doubt she really knew either. She definitely played up her spoiledlittle gurl persona…maybe she just wanted to be put in her place with ahard spanking? I felt my intestines unravel a little as I thought of how agame of sissy chicken would play out right now. The game was easy enoughand deliciously hard at the same time…all I had to do was rub my clitagainst hers and make her cum before I did. Normally, this would be anexercise in futility, as I have a hair trigger squirt switch, and Bambiknew it. But what she didn’t know was that I had just had every drop of cumpumped out of me and that no matter how good it felt, all she’d get was adry spasm from me. I mulled over my options, I could even challenge Sakurato a three way match and make both of them my bitches at once. Sure, I’dstill have to kowtow to Contessa and Lola, but that seemed to be thenatural order down in the basement anyway. In one fell swoop I could gofrom bottom bunk bitch to head of the free range sissies with two sexstarved bitches to attend to my every dark desire…That’s when I realized I didn’t want to make anyone my bitch. Not that Iwanted to be their bitch…okay well maybe a little, but I’d rather havebeen their friend. I knew that if I beat them, I’d have to treat them ascruelly as they planned to treat me, if not crueler. If I didn’t, theywould resent me for it and make me their bitch anyway. No one fights morezealously for the oppressive social order than a sissy…after all, it’sthe only way they can justify their fate. But I was different…I don’tknow why…maybe I wasn’t strong enough…maybe it’s because I didn’t haveto fight my whole life like most of the other sissies probably hadto…maybe I just felt too much, but I couldn’t bear the thought of causinganyone the kind of pain I’d felt. I only had once choice…I lowered myhead and meekly whispered, “No, Bambi, I don’t want to challengeyou. I’ll…I’ll be your gurlfriend.””Oh goody cumdrops!” Bambi lifted my gaze to hers and I saw her face lightup with c***d-like glee. She wasn’t exactly sadistic, just spoiled. She wasjust a big k** in a bimbo’s body…which might be scarier than a straightup sadist. Whatever else she was, she was giddy with dominant delight;pulling my pink plastic snout off so she could cover my face in soft,fluttery kisses and suck on my lips like they were candy. I opened my mouthto moan and her tongue darted in furtively. Even though she was in totalcontrol, her coquettish demeanor remained…she couldn’t just take me…no,she had to tease me, taunt me, make me want to take her…and then pullaway leaving me weak and wanting. I was starting to miss the simplicity ofContessa’s cruelty…”Okay, Sakura, get this widdle dowwy all dried off and take off my dress soit doesn’t get any of her filth on it. Don’t worry, I still wuvvy wuv wuvmy China doll…er I mean my Korean-Merrycan doll. But I wanna play with mynew baby doll…” I blushed as she referred to me as her baby doll…Iwasn’t sure how I felt about being a fuck doll’s fuck doll…but my clitknew how it felt…it throbbed embarrasingly in front of everyone. Itdidn’t help that Sakura’s hands were all over me, with only a downy towelbetween her nimble little fingers and my soft, squirming skin. And whenBambi finally stepped out of her taffeta and lace, I really had a hard timemaintaining what little composure I had left. I expected her to have thesame petite proportions as Sakura, but hiding underneath that tight fittingdress were beautiful bouncing breasts almost the size of my own ridiculousudders and curves that should have come with a warning sign. I managed toblush even deeper when she noticed me staring, teasingly cooing, “Aww doesthe widdle baby want to nurse on Mommy’s titties?” I stared at the groundand mumbled, unsure of how to respond to her caustic joke. It was only whenshe skipped over to me and pulled my head into her bosom that I realizedshe wasn’t joking…I couldn’t breath…My nose was crushed in between her breasts, I couldsmell apple body wash on her skin, my head spun as I struggled forbreath…when she pulled me off just far enough to slip a fat nipple in mymouth, I didn’t even hesitate…I suckled on it like a good littledolly. I’m not sure if I did it for fear of being suffocated again, or ifthe lack of oxygen lowered my inhibitions to allow me to enjoy playing herkinky little game, but either way I was playing right into her hands.”Hee hee Oh Emm Gee! You are the keeeeeutist widdle dolly ever! From now onI’m going to call you Baby Belle and you are going to call meMommy…aren’t you.” She ended her sentence with an ominous period and Icould tell from her tone that I didn’t have a choice, and I figured thatwith all I’d been put through today, I might as well get my complete andutter degradation out of the way while I was still on a roll. And ofcourse, just when I thought things couldn’t get any more soul searinglyhumiliating, Bambi…sorry, ‘Mommy’…found a way to take it to the nextlevel…It all started when she told me to sit on her lap and pointed her erectthree inch clit at my well used hole. I could barely feel it slide all theway up into me, just short of hitting my sugary sweet spot. And I wasn’tthe only one feeling frustrated and needy…although I was the only onewhimpering…I was surprised to find that despite all my embarrassingexcess just moments earlier, all it took was a little tickle to make mehungry for more. What was wrong with me? Were all sissies perpetuallyunsatisfied? And if so, was I the only one too weak to endure it? Bambididn’t offer any answers, but she did offer a solution…one worse than theproblem…”Yipers…you are more stretched out than silly putty left in thesun all day. Didn’t you learn kegel exey-sizes from Izy-bella? Hmm I guesswe’ll have to improve-o-vise…Sakura, get over here and let’s play sissychicken inside this slut’s pussy”I was stunned speechless…and before I could find the words toprotest…or gratitude…Sakura had already slipped in underneath me,placing her legs over Bambi’s and pulling herself closer until their clitswere rubbing against each other like baby snakes cuddling. I couldn’tsupport my weight for long, my legs were too weak from the earlierfunishment. All I could do was whimper as I slid down onto both of theircocks…wishing my pussy hurt more than the tiny peck of pain of as it wasslightly stretched to fit two cute little cocks. I was still well lubedfrom the cock-o-matic, so they had no trouble quickly getting into afeverish pace. Their silky soft hips crashed against my ample ass as theyfilled me again and again…or almost filled me anyway…Despite the added girth, they still weren’t long enough to hit me hard anddeep as I needed. Part of me was relieved that through no effort of my own,I would finally be able to resist cumming first like a good sissyshould…the rest of me out-voted that goody goody and just wanted to cumone more time…okay twelve more times…and twenty three more timestops. To make matters worse…and things always seemed to get worse…Bambiand Sakura seemed to forget all about me, making out over my shoulder,completely ignoring my mouth as I left it gaping like a fish in hopes I’dbe invited to the tongue party. Instead Bambi just giggles between moans atSakura’s helpless yelping. I felt sorry for Sakura, she obviously felt asconflicted as me; practically on the verge of tears as she swapped spitwith her ‘gurlfriend’. Or was that just part of the package? The shyschoolgirl that cries when she cums? And if it was, did that mean my ownshame was just a manufactured product feature? I didn’t know if that wouldbe a relief or not, but somehow I doubted it. One thing I could be sure of,there was no real relief down in the basement…As if to prove my point, Sakura came first with a tuzla escort wet whimper, and Bambisoon followed with a fit of manic giggles that verged on screams. And amere moment after, they slumped over me sighing, one head on each shoulder,both caressing my cheeks in what I would have liked to pretend was a lovingembrace. They were already spent and longing for just a little more. I wasastounded as I realized my own seemingly eternal ecstasy must be just asfleeting in reality. Not that it mattered I suppose…time was meaninglessdown in the basement anyway. And as if to prove my point, a series ofpiercing alarms brought the sissies to their feet. They dragged me behindthem by the leash, leading me to the bitch barracks. Finally, at longlast…it was bedtime…As if following some time honored tradition, Bambi and Sakura parted fromme in silence, each going to separate bunks and tucking right into bed. Iscanned the room for Contessa or Lola, not sure if I wanted to find them ornot, but apparently their Masters had need of their services as they wereno where to be seen. So there I stood, shivering and alone in theencroaching dark, looking over long rows of empty beds, feeling more alonethan I ever had before. That is, until I saw Isabella laying in the farcorner of the room.I don’t know what possessed me to cross over to her. I certainly didn’texpect to be received with open arms. She had made it abundantly,agonizingly clear that she wanted nothing to do with me. But after all thechanges I woke up to, all the horrors of the day, and the specter oftomorrow’s trials looming over me, I didn’t know where else to turn. Sobefore I knew it, I was kneeling at her bed, not daring to speak, juststaring longingly at her, hoping she wouldn’t notice me so that I couldjust be close to her a little while longer. When she finally turned around,I was shocked by what I saw…A look of genuine concern weighed heavily on her flawless face, giving afetching furrow to her brow. I’d seen madness and malice today, enoughmindless passion and poisonous mirth, enough broken psyches and beautifulfacades…but this was the first unquestionably genuine emotion I’d seensince I woke up in this waking wet nightmare. I don’t know if she feltsorry for me or for what she saw of herself in me. I don’t know if she feltguilty or empathy. All I know is that for a moment she revealed a secretside of her I doubted anyone had seen for a long time, and she reminded methat whatever else I was now, I was still a human being too. And just likethat, I felt stupid enough to hope again. And for once, my hope wasrewarded, even if only for a fleeting moment. She beckoned me into her bed,saying, “If you tell anyone about this, I’ll make you suffer in ways youwon’t be able to imagine for months yet. And don’t get any ideas…I’m onlydoing this because I feel a smidgen responsible for your situation, andonly for tonight. Understand?”I nodded emphatically, practically breaking my neck to make it clear Iunderstood. Isabella just pulled me close to her and let me d**** my limbsaround her. I felt my skin slide against hers and amazingly I didn’t feelhungry for her cock…holding her, being held by her…that was much morefulfilling. I laid my head against her breast as she stroked my hair,singing”Fa la ninna, fa la nannaNella braccia della mammaFa la ninna bel bambin,Fa la nanna bambin bel,Fa la ninna, fa la nannaNella braccia della mamma.”I drifted to sleep in her arms…it had been a good day after all. And whoknew, maybe the next day would be even better. One could always hope…I was walking in a field, the cool grass crushed softly between my toes,the sun warm on my skin, the smells of spring were in the air and everydeep breath I took filled my lungs with the promise of a fresh start andnew hope. The sky was a flawless blue and looked clear enough to take aswim in. Everywhere I turned, all I could see was endless rows of rollinghills…there wasn’t a soul in sight…and yet, for some reason, I didn’tfeel frightened or lonely like I usually do by myself. It was as if the sunherself was watching over me, keeping me company. I felt a whisper ticklemy lips as I put a name to the unseen spirit watching over me…”Isabella”and I realized why I felt so safe, so hopeful, so loved…And then I woke up…I reached out for Isabella, but she was already gone…the tune to “You aremy sunshine” popped into my head and I felt a poignant pang as I understoodthe lyrics for the first time. I felt a tear caress my cheek and closed myeyes, trying to get back to those Elysian Fields one more time…but then Iheard a familiar voice, albeit one much colder than in my dreams…”Get up,Belle. It’s time for breakfast and the Devil himself won’t be able toprotect you from me if I get punished for your tardiness.”I bolted out of bed and followed her obediently, unable to take my eyes offher inviting ass bouncing in her tight red Lycra bodysuit. I wondered abouther outfits. All of the other gurls seemed to fit a certain theme. Babydoll, school girl, whore, pain slut, and French maid…but she was just asissy. I wondered who she was dressing for and what fantasy she wassupposed to fulfill…besides mine of course. I also wondered when I’d getto wear some clothes of my own, but when I asked timidly, a curt “Whenyou’ve earned them.” was my only response. I didn’t press the issue, notwanting to anger her after the brief moment of tenderness last night. I hadresolved to be the best sissy I could be, so that maybe she would reward mewith another fleeting sign of affection.So it was with a spring in my step that I made it to the mess hall…andone look at my breakfast made the name seem totally appropriate. I had asteel bowl with my name engraved on it, so far my only possession downhere. It was a thick, sticky porridge of sorts, with the odor of stale oatsand aspirin and the look of glue and vomit. I dug my spoon into it,cringing as it seemed to fight back, sticking to the bowl as if it knew itdidn’t belong inside my mouth. I scanned the room. Sakura and Bambi whereeagerly devouring theirs, as if it were the tastiest meal in theworld. Isabella was sitting in a corner, watching me expectantly as sheslowly took one purposeful bite after another. I didn’t want to break myvow before breakfast, so I closed my eyes and shoveled the biggest bite Icould into my mouth…I should have started with a smaller bite. As it was, the taste of zoosmells filled my mouth, sending caustic vapors down my throat which causedme to gag reflexively…and I didn’t know I even had a gag reflexanymore. But it was to no avail, the slop was too gloppy, too viscous andsticky to escape so easily. My cheeks ballooned like a chipmunk, tearswelled up in my eyes, I knew I had to force this down soon or risk spittingit all over the table…and then what would Isabella think? That I was somespoiled baby probably…and I couldn’t have that. So I forced my body toignore every instinct of self preservation it had and willed it down mythroat I a slow, torturous slide…when I finally finished the first bite Igasped for air…then exclaimed, “Ugh! What’s in this shit?”Without looking up from her bowl, Bambi rattled off, “Prolly her-moans,bee-havey-rool mod’ficashun d**gs, n’ deffy some MDMA derivys with asome-attic ha-lucy-jenny cocktail.” Everyone looked at her in stunnedsilence, not sure if she was experience a moment of brilliance, orbabble. She seemed just as confused, looking down and blushing andmuttering, “Or sumthin like that…” As out of place as it sounded comingfrom her pouty lips, I had to admit she was onto something. The single bileinducing bite I had taken was already making me feel a little swimmy…anda lot horny. So I did what any sensible sissy would do when she discoveredher food was d**gged with all sorts of mind melting mixtures…I startedwolfing it down. That might seem counter-intuitive, but I knew that theywere going to get their d**gs in me one way or the other…and that theyprobably already had a big head start, so why fight it? If swallowinggag-me-glue was the easy way to take my medicine, I didn’t want to find outthe hard way…Besides, I wasn’t about to pass up a chance to get stoned out of my gourd,not with my first day in training hanging over me like the Sword ofDamocles…and with every foul mouthful I worked down my throat, it onlymade more and more sense. It became a kind of perverse contest with myselfto see how quickly I could finish it, ignoring every screaming cry my tastebuds made to stop, bullying my gullet into gorging on semi-soft sludge,practically chewing it back down as it attempted to rise up and burst outof me. Eventually, I went into some sort of auto-pilot, lost in a d**ggydaze until I half noticed I was licking the bowl…I put down the bowl andlooked up, shame faced to see everyone staring at me in slack jawedsurprise. “Please forgive this impudent sissy, Bambisan, but it looks likeBellekun just beat your record.”Bambi just glared at me as the shock wore off and the petty jealousy seepedin. I knew I was going to pay for that, but at the moment I was too lightheaded to care. I just smiled dumbly and drifted over to Isabella to seewhere I was supposed to go next. I hoped that I might have made Isabellaproud, or at least less disdainful, but if she was impressed one way or theother, she didn’t let it show. She had the world’s best Strip Poker face,and I always felt like I was holding my cards the wrong way with her. I wasrelieved when she finally popped the pregnant silence, even if it was tochastise me…”While that was certainly amusing, it’s not how we clean ourdishes here. Take your bowl to the sinks at the end of the room and make itsqueaky clean. You won’t have anyone picking up after you down here. Youwon’t have long before your morning workout, so don’t dawdle. We alreadyhave our training regimens set, but you’ll be meeting with a personaltrainer. And trust me, Belle, you don’t want to make him wait for you.”I nodded like a good little sissy and darted over to my table, only to seeBambi and Sakura had left me their dishes too. Of course…I was thebitches’ bitch…it figured I’d have to clean after them too. Or maybe itdidn’t, but in my docile state, it only seemed fitting, even just. Sowithout a whimper of complaint, I ran as fast as my dainty feet would carryme and started scrubbing the dishes. It was a lot harder than I imagined itwould be, the glop just didn’t want to come off, no matter how hard Iscrubbed. So I turned the heat up as high as it would go, only to scald mydelicate skin. I was so surprised that I chipped a nail, feeling hotneedles of pain dig into the soft flesh below my fingernail. Whatever wasin my breakfast, it wasn’t a pain killer…I felt everything as if I wasstone cold sober, or possibly even more keenly…but I had to pushthrough. Angry blaring beeps announced it was time for my workout, and Iwas still on the first bowl. I gritted my teeth, worked through the pain,and rang every ounce of strength out of my puny arms, putting as much forceinto scrubbing as I could. When I finally finished with the last bowl, Ilet out an exuberant squeal…and then I remembered I was late and let outa panicked eep…I ran to my class so fast that I practically left a sissy-shaped dust cloudin my wake. It was only when I was almost there that I realized I knewwhere to go without anyone telling me. Did I remember from my first guidedtour/threat with my step-father? That seemed doubtful…I was never verygood with directions…or with anything else for that matter. I wondered ifthey had somehow put a map in my head of where I was supposed to go…and Iwondered whether I should be relieved or horrified by the thought. Eitherway, I didn’t have time to dwell on it, because I was 100% certain I didn’twant to keep my trainer waiting one millisecond longer than I had to. Mylegs had turned to blown out rubber, my lungs where filled with batteryacid, my sides where being cut into with jagged glass. By the time Icrashed through gym doors, I didn’t even have the strength to stand. I fellto the ground in an anguished heap, struggling to form a pitiful attempt atan apology. That’s when I heard the familiar voice of my step-brother,Dirk, “Damn, Belle. If just getting here is too much exercise for you, thenyou’re really going to hate what comes next…”I looked up to see him smirking down at me, and I didn’t know what alarmedme more, the thought of him using his towering physique to punish me, orthe fact that I couldn’t stop slavering over his towering physique. On onehand it made sense, I was a sissy after all, and he was as far from it asyou could get. A wide frame chiseled by a Greek god to show us mere mortalshow they really looked…a face with strong, almost brutish features thatstopped just shy of buffoonish and went all the way into devastatinglyhandsome…a fat cock straining in his speedos even while soft…one I knewcould tear me up if he was so inclined, but one I couldn’t forget since heit stretched me to my limits. But it was so confusing, I was still gettingused to being a sissy I suppose, but everything I used to hate about Dirkwas what I found irresistible now…his arrogance, his terrifying strength,even his nearly mindless obsession with sex…because that’s what I wasobsessed with too. On the other hand, I was late to my first appointmentas a sissy, and I was sure he would jump at the chance to punish me…Instead he peeled me off the ground and held my chin in his hand, drawingmy fearful gaze up to his burning eyes, “Oh don’t look so terrified. I’mnot going to punish you. Frankly I’m happy to leave that part of the job tothe experts. Besides, the workout will be punishment enough for a soft,spoiled brat like you…but damn if they didn’t carve you into a fuckablesoft, spoiled brat. Tell you what, if you do a good job, maybe I’ll givewhat you’re too embarrassed to beg for.” I blushed and tried to look away,but he held me firmly, his stare penetrating past my meager defenses,seeing clearly how badly I wanted him…I cursed myself for having suchterrible taste in Master’s, but resolved to be the best little gym bunny Icould be.”Alright, now we’re going to start with the most important exercise for anysissy…” I let out a satisfied squeal as Dirk shoved two of his thickfingers inside my pussy. I melted into his arms, laying my head against hischest, smelling his sweat through his tight tank top…it smelled likeHeaven’s locker room. I squeezed around his digits, sending pulses ofpleasure throughout my hungry flesh. “That’s a good sissy…squeezedown…now relax…and squeeze again. If you don’t practice your Kegelexercises daily, you won’t stay taut and tight for all your newboyfriends…and no one wants to fuck a blown out sissy, do they, Belle?””NoOOOoooOOoohhh” I moaned earnestly, working my hardest to milk a creamyorgasm from his fingers,,,and improve my physique of course. But he pulledhis delicious digits out of me with a depressing plop and told me to do iton my own. Three seconds clenched, then three seconds relaxed…over andover again until I feel pains in muscles I didn’t even know I had in myass. But I took deep breaths and kept my eyes on the prize…or prick asthe case may be. After all, if my pussy was tighter, Dirk’s cock would feelthat much bigger…”Alright, that’s long enough for now. But I want you to repeat thoseexercises three times a day.” I nodded meekly and shifted nervously fromone leg to the other. Every since he said I might get fucked at the end ofour session, it was all I could think about. I was a little embarrassed athow quickly I went from being conflicted to being consumed with lust, butof course being humiliated only seemed to make me hornier. I was all butdrooling as I waited to hear what he had in store for me next, and I onlymanaged that much restraint by focusing every ounce of my meager littlewill. When he told me what I’d be doing next, my mouth dried upimmediately. “You might have noticed all the sissies down here have verydifferent physiques, or maybe you were too busy staring at their clits, butI’m getting off topic…the point is you gurls are all carefully packagedproducts. I let the egg heads deal with filling the insides up and theartists apply the cosmetic touches, but I have the most important job. Imake sure the products can actually perform as advertised. So you see thatbar over there…” he pointed to one of those bars ballet students use tomake those impossible leg stretches, I swallowed a gulp sideways as Irealized he wanted me to make one right now…”You don’t have to be tonedor slim like the other sissies, in fact we want you soft and supple as youcan be…but you will have to be much, much more flexible. So get that legup on that bar and start taking knees with the other leg…by the time I’mdone with you, you’ll be more flexible than one of those Canadian acrobatspretending to be a Frenchy.”I don’t know why I even bothered to try, I knew I was destined to fail. Iwas so weak, so uncoordinated, so completely and utterly useless…but Iwas also desperate enough for Dirk’s dirk to ignore all that and rely on mypathological capacity for hope when there is absolutely no evidence tojustify it. I swished over to the bar, making sure Dirk got at least twoeyefuls of my creamy curves, and took a deep breath…I cleared my head,pushing out all the doubts and fears and logic and left only oneridiculously stupid thought…I can do this. Then, something even stupiderhappened…I lifted my leg up and over the bar and brought it downslowly…I just stared, struck dumb…as if I was watching someone else. Icouldn’t do that…it was impossible! But there I was…doing it withease…okay, not with ease, every muscle in my body felt like an oldrubberband seconds away from snapping at any second. Was that the onlyreason I couldn’t do it before? My own insecurities and fear of failure orwas it my all consuming desire to avoid even momentary discomfort that keptme from discovering my body’s true abilities? Whatever it was, I was freefrom it now, and I was giddily gritting my teeth through the pain, gigglingbetween grunts as I pumped up and down faster and faster, tossing my headover my shoulder to give Dirk an inviting look…”Damn! You’re actually good at something, Belle…I’m seeing it and I can’tbelieve it. But let’s see how flexible you really are…” What followedshould have been an excruciating torture session with Hell’s own personaltrainer and I guess in a way it was. I mean it hurt worse than any imaginedpain I’d ever cringed and cowered from; my body burning and aching, withsearing pain stabbing across my joints as I twisted from side to side andback to forward. I felt like I was being stretched out on the rack, onlywith me gleefully turning the wheel. I couldn’t understand it, probablybecause it didn’t make any sense. I hated pain…I mean, it hurt…so whywas I so eager to bend over backwards for Dirk…literally? I didn’t reallyhave to ask…even if it made no sense, it felt like the most natural thingin the world. I wasn’t even doing it for the promise of sex anymore. I justwanted to make Dirk proud of me. Of course, ‘proud’ takes on a completelydifferent definition in The Basement…one that involves dehumanizingdegradation and servile submission…but one that also involves being goodat something…making someone happy. I never realized how important thatwas to me until I started trying it for the first time. It was addicting. Ialmost felt guilty. There was no way Dirk got nearly the same joy indomination than I did in surrender. It was almost like I was ripping himoff…which only motivated me to give him that much more…I finally fell to the floor in a sob of frustration, reaching my limit as Iwas just an inch away from sucking my own clit…of course if it had beeneven average size it would have been easier. I tried to will the life backinto my limbs, but they weren’t taking anymore requests at the moment,probably ignoring me because I bullied them so mercilessly to bend andtwist to my will. I was furious with them, and even angrier at myself…Iwas so close to proving myself to Dirk, and now I was just anotherworthless pile of sissy of the floor. Just as I was about to squirm over toDirk and suck his toes as way of apology, I felt his strong arms wraparound me, pulling me up so that my feet touched the ground, but holding metight so that I wouldn’t just crumple to the ground. I braced myself forthe worst, ready to accept his disgust and disdain as my due, but when Ilooked up into his eyes, I saw something completely different…”There, there…I’ve got you. And don’t look so crushed. You did great foryour first day. You’re a natural born sissy after all. In fact…I thinkyou deserve a reward.” His expression was almost kind as he leaned towardsme, it almost tempered the fire burning in his eyes, almost but notquite…I still melted under their heat. He didn’t so much kiss me asswallow my mouth, forcing his thick tongue inside me and fucking my throatwith it. One of his hands dropped to my ass, fully cupping one of my cheeksand massaging a moan out of it. I felt the strength returning to my limbseven as he made me feel so helpless in soft in comparison to him. It wasall I could to lift one a silky soft leg around around his hard back andwrap it around, embracing him. My arms had a better idea, one slinked it’sway up to caress his Adonis-like abs and the other found itself strokinghis blazing red hair, the heat almost too much to stand. I was beginning tosee what Lola saw in Dirk, and for the first time, I was jealous of her…When he slid three fingers up my ass…to test the results of my exercisesno doubt…I began writhing against him, rubbing my hard little wormagainst the leviathan in his shorts. My breasts crushed against his chest,my nipples tracing out his flesh as if they were marking their territory,exquisite pain running through them, sweet and sharp like a toothache yourtongue keeps lingering back to. It send Morse code moans down to my pussy,making it throb back a response of ‘Oh God yes…forever and for alwaysyes…” Then Dirk pulled his tongue out of my throat, a whimper snaking itsway out to try and pull him back in, but changing to a perverse prayer ofthanks as his mouth latched around my swollen breast instead. I don’t knowif it was my body or the d**gs…or if the d**gs where what did this to mybody in the first place…or if it was all in my head…or if it was myheart that was lying…because in this chaotic storm of questions anddoubts one thought kept striking through clearly…I love him…I love himI love him…I don’t know why I was so hard on Dirk before. He’s not a monster…he’sjust passionate. Sure he can be rough, but that’s just because he doesn’tknow his own strength. And granted, can be arrogant and overbearing, evensomething of a bully…but he doesn’t mean anything by it. It’s just thetestosterone talking, you have to expect a little aggressiveness from areal alpha male. And Dirk was definitely all man…I could feel all teninches of him, thick and throbbing against my soft stomach…with a cockthat big he had earned the right to. I longed to feel him inside me, tolube it lovingly with my tongue and feel it stretch me out to my very limitagain…only this time bringing me to the pinnacle of pleasure instead ofpain. I was just about to fall to my knees and beg him to let me worshiphis cock when I heard the hateful blaring of the alarm telling me it wastime for my next class. “Oh no…not now. Pleeeeease…please let me stayjust a little longer…”Dirk let me fall to my knees, staring up at his salacious smirk…”Fuck,Belle, you’ve got it bad haven’t you? I feel like I should cock block youfor old times sake, really leave you humiliated and horned up, but to behonest, I’d much rather fuck a dozen screaming orgasms out of you. Anddon’t worry, I’m not one of those guys with a hang up about a sissy cummingbefore me. Hell, I like knowing I can make a bitch squirt until she’sdehydrated.” I listened with rapt attention; my imagination running wildwith such vivid thoughts that I could practically feel him inside me. Butpractically wasn’t enough…I needed more. But that’s when he let the otherfoot drop…right on my throat…”Of course, I won’t be the one gettingpunished for your tardiness. The choice is up to you…do you want to getfucked like the filthy slut you are, or do you want to go to your nextlesson like a good little sissy?”Was that a rhetorical question? I mean…who wouldn’t rather get fuckedlike the filthy little slut they are? I realized he was toying withme…that this was just another game or test or whatever they wanted tocall it. They couldn’t just fuck me and be done with it or just brainwashme so I’d be an obediently little sissy. No, they played these perversepranks instead…I didn’t understand why they had to go to all thetrouble. I’d already surrendered. I was helpless, so why did they need toplay these elaborate games of cat and mouse…or maybe it’s because I washelpless…they didn’t have to do this, it was just more fun. I had torevise my opinion on what a cuddly studdly teddy bear Dirk was…but thatdidn’t stop me from pulling down his gym shorts or shrieking in in giddysurprise when his cock popped out and plopped me in the face.If I had thought it through, I probably would have just gone to my nextlesson. After all, I was being trained to be the ultimate sissy whore, so Iwas going to get plenty of chances to get filled up with ooey gooeyorgasms…but with a hard cock stroking my soft cheek, the only thing Icould think about was how I was going to manage to fit my lips aroundit. When I felt his cock laying on top of my face as I suckled on hisballs, its weight making me feel so weak and small in comparison…when Itasted the salty sweat and manly musk of his massive balls, so big I had totake them one at a time…when I saw the look of all consuming lust in hiseyes and the cocky smile of a conqueror on his lips, I knew I made theright decision. I knew I was where I belonged…”That’s a good little sissy…get me nice and wet for that tight littlepussy of yours. I don’t want to hurt you this time…well not too muchanyway. You know what they say…no pain, no gain”. It was a cliche, but heseemed deeply profound at the time…and I did so want to gain. I ran mytongue slowly up his cock, the taste sizzling on my tongue, the silkysmooth texture only making the hardness underneath feel more enticinglyintimidating. I’d never sucked one this big before, I was trying to teasehim, to really take my time in drooling over every inch of hiscock…giving slow, loving, wet kisses with just the slightest flicker oftongue…but it was getting to be too much for me. I felt like I wasteasing myself, torturing myself with every second I didn’t have his cockin my mouth. And just when I couldn’t take it anymore…when I had tosurrender to my own selfish hunger…when I had to admit I was too weak toeven stand up to myself…when I was just about wrap my plump, pouty lipsaround his throbbing manhood…that’s when he had an ever better idea onhow to torture me…”Daaaaayum! Well you certainly don’t need lessons on how to worship acock. You’re ready to graduate something cum something…damn I always fuckthat one up. Oh well, I didn’t have to graduate top of my class to trainsissies for a living. Besides, I’m still full of bright ideas. Forinstance, why don’t you wrap those new melons of yours around my cock andgive me a good old fashioned tit-fuck?” I wanted to wrap my lips around itinstead, but by the tone of his voice, I could tell it was anotherrhetorical question. And to be honest, I almost liked the frustration asmuch as the satisfaction. It was sick, I know, but a part of me got off onbeing used for a real man’s pleasure and being denied my own. It was pureHell, feeling the agony of pleasure denied, languishing in lust as thefruits of sweet, juicy release are so tantalizingly close, ready to burstin your mouth and then snatched away cruelly. Yes, it was pure Hell…butit felt so good getting that close…and that sick, masochistic part of mesecretly longed for it to be pulled away at the last minute…because Iknew I deserved the punishment, and because I was too weak to deny myself.That’s how I found the soft, insanely sensitive flesh of my breasts closingin around his fat prick instead of my lips…how I felt his hot muscleflexing in my cleavage as I pushed by breasts together painfully tight andstarted sliding them up and down in opposite directions. A frantic frictionbuilt up as I slid them faster and faster, the heat sinking into my skinand entering my bloodstream. It was starting to feel less like a punishmentand more like a reward…I had been afraid to really play with my newbreasts once I discovered how sensitive they were. But with Dirk’s thickmanhood throbbing between them as it slid with spit-slicked speed, I wasgrateful for their sensitivity…and ready to test their limits. I begantwisting my nipples as I slid my breasts up and down at an increasinglyfrenzied pace, the swollen buds of bliss like dials controlling the furnaceburning inside me. I turned them higher and higher, the heat rising frominside me and radiating out to my florid flesh making it even moreresponsive to the white hot iron scalding between them. Instead of teasingmyself, I was reaching a boiling point, letting out a tea kettle squeal ofjoy as I felt my first ever titgasm, the sensation of a million pinstickling my tender flesh, the angels dancing on their heads covering mewith kisses.At this point, Dirk must have been getting close, because he tookover…thrusting his cock between my breasts while holding onto them fordear life. I felt more feminine than ever…not only was I fucking a manwith my breasts, I was able to get off on it…and just when I thoughtthings couldn’t get any better, I bobbed my head down at just the righttime, and felt his wide mushroom head slip past my moaning lips. I was toosurprised to give it so much as a friendly peck the first time, but it soonreturned and I was able to give it a quick suckle…it tasted like a stolenkiss from a succubus…a guilty pleasure that only leaves you hungry formore. I was drooling all over my breasts, looking like a dick dumbbimbo…probably because I was a dick dumb bimbo at that point. All I couldthink about, if you could even call it thinking, was getting one more sweetsuck of that cock…feel it throb against my tongue one more time…tasteone more dollop of pre-cum, a confusingly familiar concoction somewherebetween chevre and wild oats…hoping the next time would be the time hefinally exploded all over my slutty face…until it finally was…His cum hit the back of my throat so hard that I swore it shot right to mybrain, his orgasmic mix of endorphins and adrenaline coating my brain andsending it into overdrive, making a very convincing argument that I was theone cumming, sending a double dose of that capital “O” organic compound tospread the good news throughout my body. I writhed on my knees as his seedproved to hearty for my greedy gullet, spilling down my chin and onto myheaving breasts. Every inch his cum hit sang out in vicarious euphoria,until my own meager clit was squirting a thin little stream of its own. Aslong as he shot thick ribbons across my upturned face and bountiful breastsI could feel the Moan Express rolling through me, shaking me to thecore. But even a true alpha stud like Dirk had to run dry eventually,leaving his taste lingering as a teasing reminder long after my buzz hadfaded. It must have been at least an interminable five minutes before I wasable to recuperate well enough to realize the mistake I’d just made. Icried out, “Oh no! I wanted to get fucked! Please, Dirk, please tell me youcan get hard again and fuck me!” I begged more to God than Dirk…becauseit would take a miracle for him to get an erection after unleashing thatmuch baby batter. I had a feeling God wasn’t taking my calls anymore, andit probably wasn’t a request he would look to kindly on anyway, but forsome reason, I still managed to hope for a miracle, even when every day wasanother brutal reminder that they didn’t exist.And then, a miracle happened…Dirk exclaimed, “Hah Hah hah! Of course Ican, Belle. What’d you think I was, a sissy? Now you just get that leg backup over that stretch bar and get me nice and hard again…” I couldn’tbelieve my luck…I began scooping Dirk’s pooled cum off my breasts with myfingers and sucking it off my dainty fingers, wanting to be clean so hecould defile me again. But Dirk stopped me, saying, “I didn’t tell you toclean up, slut. I want you to remember what kind of greedy little fuck pigyou are, so the cum stays.” I snorted once for yes and scurried over to thebar, leaving any dignity or self respect I might have had behind me likebread crumbs for him to follow me home.For a moment I did think of how much later this would make me and how muchmore trouble I would be in, but that only made me long even moredesperately for the euphoric escape of mindless a****l rutting. With oneleg stretched out over the ballet bar and the other spread as far from itas possible, my pussy was completely exposed and vulnerable, just how Iliked it. I felt one of Dirk’s powerful hands close around my throat andanother around my breast, kneading it with violent affection. I wasn’t surewhich was more dangerous…or more exciting…either way I was breathlessand eager for more. And more is exactly what I got, almost more than Icould handle, more than I knew I deserved. But Dirk was the generous sort,feeding his full length to my taut and trained hole. He slid in with ease,and I realized he must have added some extra lube to compliment what wasleft of my spit. At the time, it seemed so romantic, the nicest thinganyone had ever done for me…a declaration of love. “I know you wereprobably hoping for it raw again, but I almost got dick burn last time, soI had to add some more lube this go around.” Then again, some people say ‘Ilove you’ in different ways…Dirk said I love you in a much more tangible way, by slowly stretching outmy asshole as his his veiny cock pulsed to the beat of his heart, sendinghis heart closer and closer to mine with every push. By the time he was allthe way inside me, I could tell he loved me very much. One leg was stillarched high on the bar and the other wobbly from exertion and lust…I feltlike any moment I could collapse, but he took me into his arms, surroundingme with his rippling muscles. His hands cupped my breasts, practicallymauling them, painful throbs of pleasure surged through me with every beatof my heart. It was like he was holding his heart in my hands, and everytime he squeezed, I felt my pussy close tighter around his heartbeat. Andwhen I felt him throb against my ooey gooey g-spot, my heart burstreleasing a flood of pure love, the sheer force of the torrential rush ofbliss wearing me down to a tiny nub, washing me away. And then things gotworse…and so much better…The gnawing pangs of guilt started in on me, eating away at my soul,telling me how wrong it was to be late, to cum like a little fuck piginstead of putting my Master first…but then Dirk’s massive meat fed myemptiness, sweet stabs of pain like needles filled with honey and heroinfilled my pussy as he pounded away at me. His girth both a burden andblessing as I struggled to accommodate him, pain wrestling pleasure in anude Greco-Roman grudge match, and pleasure was going for the pin. My skinwas covered in a slick sheen of sweat, every muscle tense and taut…I wasslippery as an eel in his arms, but he held me tight, and as long as heheld me close and whispered sweet nothings in my ear, he kept the demons ofguilt and despair away, saying, “That’s my filthy little slut, my depositonly sperm bank. God damn, but don’t you look beautiful when the lightshines on your cum covered face. Cum for me, you stupid cunt…show me howmuch you love my fat fucking cock!”And I did, a sickly drool of sissy milk dribbling from my clit, runningdown my wobbly leg as my other spasmed in place like a bitch relievingherself. Lewd, obscenely honest cries drooled out of my throat, his cock sofat it didn’t leave room for all the dirty thoughts filling myhead. “Pleeeeease, fuck me harder! Bully my weak little pussy with your bigstrong cock! Make me your little sissy bitch slave! Oh fuck…I think…ohshit…I love….oOOOoooOOooooh!” All that came out after that wasincoherent moans…the language of love. Dirk turned my head and claimed mymouth with his own, pumping his love inside me from both ends, his otherhand still kneading my breasts like wet dough, melting my heart all overhis sticky fingers, bringing them to my mouth and replacing his tongue,letting me suck them clean…my heart tasted suspiciously like his cum,more proof that we were destined to be together. He had turned me intonothing more than a willing receptacle for his love, a shapely fuck vase, acum jug…and with his hot flesh hitting every sweet spot in my pussy atonce, that felt the highest calling I could ever aspire to. But even thatproved too great a task, the power and volume of his love was too great, myfragile frame was too weak to hold it all, and I could feel excess loverunning down my chin as I drooled dumbly, caressing my curves in fat beadsof sweat as his love seeped through my pores, even burning up into gas andexploding from my body in a shrill scream. I couldn’t even call themmultiple orgasms at this point, or even one long continuous one…I was anorgasm, a meager reflection of his pure, perfect love. And just when Iswore it couldn’t get any better if God himself tagged in to fuck me frombehind…it got so much better…and then so much worse than I everimagined…The truest, purest expression of his love filled my raw, ravished hole andseeped into my bloodstream through busted capillaries, traveling to heartand head and mutating them, making my heart beat only for him, making everythought of him…making me a living valentine to Dirk. I fell back into hisarms as he lowered me to the floor, his love still hard and oozing insideme, feeling so small and safe in his embrace…and then feeling the coldhard reality as he dropped me unceremoniously to the floor. “Urk!” a hurt,a****l whimper was forced from my lungs as the air was knocked out ofme. My puppy luv buzz was fading fast, replaced by sore muscles andstabbing regret, reminding me I was all too real. If I was a reflection ofhis love, it was only symbolically…filthy, fleeting, and quicklyforgotten. The crystal clarity of a hard cum down cut into me deep, lettingme see Dirk as he really was…He leered down at me with smug satisfaction, an awful look of amuseddisgust dripping from his face along with the sweat of his full bodyworkout. He didn’t love me, he wasn’t capable of it…well not in anymeaningful sense. He loved me the way he loved a good steak…I existed forhis enjoyment, and it didn’t matter if I was left chewed up, degraded anddigested, and expelled from his warmth. I realized that all the love I hadfelt for him was a lie, that I had been seeing him with cum coated glasses,creating the Dirk I wanted…no needed…the Dirk that I could love withoutshame or regret. And now that I saw he was just a wet dream, all of thefeelings I tried to push away came rushing in to devour me.,,and Dirk justwatched, laughing at the cum catching cliche. I tried to put my sobstogether to form a coherent sentence, but I couldn’t think over the blaringof the alarms…and that’s when the other foot dropped…squishing me likea bug…”Come with us, sissy!” gloved hand reached down for me and dragged me awayfrom Dirk’s contemptuous smirk. I might have forgotten the alarm in mymindless rutting and morose regret, but apparently they hadn’t. ‘They’…itseemed the only appropriate name for them…two total strangers, cloaked inshiny black rubber from head to toe, floor lab coats, gloves, and a skullcap tight cowl. Their eyes were two empty caverns formed by dark mirroredshades…the only flesh on them was their mouth, tight lipped grimacesstretched over powerful jaws. I wondered what kind of messes they had toclean up in those get ups, and immediately regretted my curiosity, bloodyscreaming images flooding my head. I spent the rest of the long slidetowards certain doom trying to imagine anything else, with less and lesssuccess. By the time I reached my destination: a bland, featureless room,empty save for the chair I was rudely tossed into and strapped down in, Iwas reducing to a whimpering stream of unintelligible apologies…After they made sure I was completely helpless, they left me alone…or soI thought. A voice rang out behind me, “Good morning, Belle. I seepunctuality isn’t one of your strong suits. Of course, we haven’t found anystrong suits yet, but that’s what we’re here for. Now, we’ll take care ofyour tardiness after the lesson, so let’s get started with your Frenchlessons.” I strained my head, but I couldn’t turn it far enough to get alook. He was only a disembodied voice to me, but instead of making him seemweightless or intangible, he became more substantial…filling myimagination until he was a homunculus of every nightmare I ever hadstitched together into a shambling mess…a nightmare with an eerilysoothing voice. Soothing…and familiar…like the sound of my conscience.I tried to figure out what was going on, managing a stammering, “buh buhBut I don’t nuh nuh know any French.” I heard a soft, gentle laugh behindme that chilled me to the bone. It was strangest thing…his voice was sokind, but some how that made him even more terrifying than if he wasscreaming and snarling. Like he didn’t have to try to intimidate me, likehe didn’t even care if he scared me or not, because he was going to make medo whatever he wanted whether I was afraid or not. “Oh you won’t learn howto speak French. Our clients don’t want a girl that speaks French, it’salienating and embarrassing for them when they don’t speak French. No, ourclients want a girl that barely speaks English. So we’re going to give youan accent with a smattering of French words with no regard for grammar orsyntax. All you’ll have to do is close your eyes, calm down, and let mestart the lesson.” All of the sudden, Sakura’s broken English and equallybroken Japanese. I didn’t want to end up a cartoonish caricature like heror the others…I tried to resist, tried to keep my eyes open, determinedto struggle to my last. But my lids where so heavy…I had to restthem…just for a second……”There we go. That wasn’t so bad, now was it?” My eyes snapped open asecond later. I didn’t know what he was talking about. How could he havetaught me something in a second, especially since he didn’t say anything? Ididn’t want to make him angry, but I wasn’t sure if this was some kind of atest. If I pretended to learn something and he knew I didn’t, I would be ineven more trouble. So I decided to risk a little honesty…”Non. Eet did not zeem to work. I…Mon Dieu!” I couldn’t believe myears…I sounded like Pepe Le Pew’s girlfriend. “What ees this? How didzees happen?” I struggled vainly against my bonds, beginning to reallypanic…if they could make me sound like that, what else would they do if Igave them the chance?”Don’t worry, my dear, it’s just a little speech therapy, that’s all. Youshould be proud to be such a fast learner. Now, as for that punishment…”My heart stopped. I was tied to a chair in a room with a mysteriousstranger that could make me a foreigner in my sleep. I was on the verge oftears imagining what he could do to me while I was awake. I was helpless,but strangely, not hopeless. Stupidly, I hoped for another miracle…maybehe would decide I didn’t have to be punished…but of course that was afutile hope…or so I thought. “Now you don’t have to be punished. It’sreally up to you. Here at the Harrow House, we pride ourselves in onlytraining the perfect sissies, and no amount of d**gs, surgery, or hypnosiscan make a perfect sissy if she doesn’t want to put in the effort. So,Belle, the question you have to ask yourself is, do I want to be a perfectsissy? If you do, go to room 101 after this and accept your punishment. Ifnot, go take a nap until you hear the next bell signaling the start of yourmaid duties. The decision is entirely yours.”The moment he finished talking my bonds snapped open. I told myself it wasa remote controlled latch, but I wasn’t convinced. I didn’t even have thecourage to turn around, too afraid of what I’d see, or worse, wouldn’t. Iheard his voice so clearly, I would have hated to find there was no onethere. Instead I bolted out of the room and down the hall, running anywhereas long as it was away from that voice. I was already half way there beforeI noticed I was running towards room 101. What was I thinking? I didn’twant to be punished…did I? Of course I didn’t…but I did want to be theperfect sissy…so I found myself tentatively knocking on the door to room101, cursing my conscience and their cruel games, terrified of what I’d seewhen I opened the door…trying to tell myself it couldn’t possible be asbad as I imagined it would be. I was wrong…it was worse…”Belle, it’s a pleasure to see you. Both because we’ve been apart to longand because I’m proud to see you finally taking responsibility for yourmistakes. We’ll make a good sissy slave out of you yet.” I was speechless,staring in shock at my step-brother, Darius, as cold and cruel as Dirk waspassionate and selfish. His sharp features accentuated his cold, piercingstare, only his burning red hair gave any hint of warmth, and even that wascut close to his scalp. He towered over me as the tallest member of hisfamily, and with me only a little over five feet, he cut quite the imposingfigure. I looked away, hoping to find something less terrifying to lookat, but all I saw were walls lines with all manner of torturedevices. Spiked paddles, whips, chastity devices, and in the corner, aportable generator with prongs for electrocuting naughty littlesissies. Once I saw that my heart sunk…I knew without a doubt, that wouldbe the punishment he chose. I wanted to be brave, wanted to be a good gurland take my punishment, but I couldn’t stop from blubbering, “I’m suh suhsorry! Puh puh please forgive me!”Darius wore an expression between mock concern and boredom. “But of courseyou’re sorry, Belle, otherwise you wouldn’t have volunteered forpunishment. Only, and I’m sure this isn’t the case, I hope you don’t thinkan apology is currency you can use to buy your way out ofpunishment. Because as a slave, you don’t have any currency, any control,the only real choice you have is how hard you’re willing to work tosurrender completely…what you’re willing to sacrifice to be the perfectslave.” The guilt grew more and more vicious as his words sank into me, andthe more my shame fed, the hungrier it got. It got to the point thatpunishment seemed like the easy way out compared to living with the hollowhurt of knowing I was a failure as a sissy. “In fact, since this is yourfirst time being disciplined, I’m going to let you pick what device I useto serve your just desserts. I promise I will use whatever you select, andI won’t administer it more harshly if you choose the easy way out.”This was the cruelest cut. Not only did they let me choose to be torturedor to ‘get away with’ only being eaten alive by guilt, now he was forcingme to pick the my own poison. It was like he said, it wasn’t a realchoice. I had no control over what I picked. I could either pick somethingslightly less diabolical and suffer the sting of shame and being racked byregret…or I could pick the most painful punishment possible and work myhardest to surrender completely. So it was with no small amount of pride,and an even greater sense of abject terror, that I wheeled the electroshockdevice over to the middle of the room right next to a table adorned withleather restraints. “Pleez, Monsieur Darius, pleez punish me with zis.”His eyes lit up ever so slightly, a firefly at the bottom of a deep, drywell. “I have to admit…I’m not sure what to say. Here I had this wholespeech prepared about how you are only cheating yourself by picking thesmallest paddle on the wall. It was on the tip of my tongue…I practicallytripped on it. But you picked out the worst of the worst. I can’t use thatjust for being tardy to one lesson…it’s just not proportional.” I wentthrough a whole gamut of emotions. I was beaming with pride to see himstunned speechless…I was horrified to think of how awful it must be ifeven HE thought it was too much…but most of all, I was ashamed that I wasgetting away with all the sins he didn’t know about.”Buh buh but, zere was more. I was also late to ze gym. And last night, Icame weezout permission…so meeny times I experience zee petit de morte,even weeth Monsieur Dirk. Pleez, punish me weeth the worst you have.”Confessions fell from my lips like lead weights, leaving me feelingrelieved, but hollow…it was soon filled with an oppressive dread…”Well…” any spark in him fizzled out as his tone went ice cold, “I’d sayyou deserve this after all. Get on the table, once this current runsthrough you, you’ll be hopping like a frog on fire. So let’s get you tieddown so you won’t break your cute little neck.” I got up on the table andlaid down with all the enthusiasm of an autopsy patient. Darius strapped medown tight, the leather biting into my soft, sensitive skin, the minor painserving as a portent of things to come. If a little discomfort was sodifficult for a spoiled sissy like me to endure, then how would I endureactual torture? “Electroshock therapy has been used since the 1930s totreat severe depression. It’s said to create a sensation of euphoria afterthe current completes its circuit through the nervous system. Of course, itis usually administered to an anesthetized patient, so that might nothappen in your case.” Darius had the professional demeanor of DrKevorkian, and I didn’t bother trying to look for compassion or mercy inhis eyes as he applied the electrodes to my forehead. He told me once thathe was the kindest Master in the Harrow House…that he gave us what wewould never dream of asking for, but what we desperately needed. I wonderedif this was what he had in mind…and then I realized it was exactly whathe had in mind. The machine came to life with a steady hum, that must bewhat the demons hummed in Hell.”Since this is your first time being punished, I’ll keep the voltagerelatively low. And I’ll only shock you three times. But don’t you dare begme to stop. This isn’t the worst I can do to you, not by far. This is justthe worst thing you can imagine…and if you live your entire life withoutlearning what I can imagine, you can die happy.” I nodded mutely, bitingdown on the rubber bit he put in my mouth so I wouldn’t chew my tongueoff. I closed my eyes and tried to think happy thoughts…”GUH UH GRRGLE BHHH!” My blood was replaced by hellfire as the current ranthrough me. My body trashed against the straps as if trying desperately toescape the pain inside it…and I didn’t blame it. Nothing I had feltbefore had prepared me for this…this was PAIN…real PAIN…the kind thebrain draws inspiration from when processing minor inconveniences likebeing grudge fucked without lube…this was pure, undiluted…perfect. Butunlike most perfect moments, it seemed all too permanent. Even after themachine returned to its low hum, I could feel the fire pumping in my veins,each breath taking fresh agony into my lungs and breathing out jaggeddespair. Still…I didn’t beg, but I’m not sure if that’s just because Iwas in too much pain to speak…”GAAAAH UURRRH FGGHH EEEEEEE!” I hoped that wasn’t electrocutedese for’please stop’, but if it was, then apparently Darius wasn’t fluent. Atleast it wasn’t worse than before, but that’s like being in the shallow endof the Lake of Fire. Reality warped and time wrapped around me, closing inon me and holding me down. The PAIN just wouldn’t end, and it started tofeel like it had no beginning either. I couldn’t remember what not being inexcruciating, thrashing torment felt like…and I was convinced I neverwould. This really was Hell, they just took their time warming up myroom…Reality came back to me in gasps, then sobs…when the PAIN finally startedto sweat out of me, leaving only a heavy hurt that covered me in a warmblanket, I began crying…tears of joy…tears of relief. I’d made it, Ihad been delivered from Hell…and one day, maybe a decade from then, maybeI’d even be able to feel good again. But anything less than that pristinePain was practically hedonistic pleasure in comparison. Then my brainstitched itself back together and remembered how to count…”Well that’stwo…and I have to say, I didn’t think you’d make it past one. I waslooking forward to seeing the look on your face when you found out whathurts worse than this…but I suppose this is a pleasant disappointment. Itell you what…as a reward, I’ll let you skip the last jolt if you thinkyou’ve been punished enough.”Just when I thought I’d finally seen the depths of Darius’ inhumanity, hefound a way to go lower…making me choose whether I’d take one more tripto Hell or live in sin instead. My brain was recovering rapidly, screamingan articulate treatise on the benefits of not being electrocuted…but myconscience was whispering unintelligibly, telling me I’d regret it untilthe end of my days…that I was only cheating myself. I closed my eyes andsaw Isabella smiling down on me, she was so proud of me for being strong,and I was so close…”Oui, Isabella, un more time…”A cleansing fire…the flaming sword of an archangel, cutting medown…burning me to a cinder…but after an eternity of PAIN…I felt adifferent kind of fire. It wasn’t destructive, it was alive, pulsing…awomb…I rose from it like a phoenix, my wings unfettered from the weightof my guilt…I soared. Flying closer and closer to the welcoming warmth ofthe sun…closer to the angel hiding behind my eyes…my Isabella…when Ifinally opened them…I was in Darius’ arms. He was brushing my matted hairfrom my scalp and telling me how proud he was of me. “the bloody nose. WhenI saw that, I knew…there was hope for you yet. But this…it’s too earlyto say…but in my professional opinion, you could become a perfect sissy.””Thank you, Monsieur Darius. I leev to pleez.” I beamed up at him, feelinga bit of that euphoria he mentioned earlier. For a moment, I allowed myselfto believe he was telling the truth, that he only wanted what was best forme, that I could become the perfect sissy. But then I looked into his eyes,and I remembered that he didn’t care what happened to me, as long as he gotto see me squirm. I flinched at his caress, recoiling from the tenderfingers that turned the knob on the electroshock machine. A slight smileflickered on his face…he got what he wanted from me…the flinch…”Well…I’d better untie you so you can get dressed and get ready forwork. We don’t want you being late again, now do we?” Darius undid thestraps and I slid off the table standing on stiff, barely responsivelegs. I made my way to the door each step I took a little easier than thelast, my muscles starting to relax…more importantly, each step was a stepfurther away from Darius. I wasn’t sure whether he wanted me to believe hewas trying to make me into the best sissy I could be and just couldn’t helpbut terrify me, or if he was trying to terrify me and making me the bestsissy I could be was a happy accident. Either way, I was grateful for thelesson, mostly because I learned never to have another one. Still…anagging part of me told me I’d come crawling back if I was a bad littlesissy again. It was better than the guilt…and it was the only way to stayon Isabella’s good graces…I ran back to the shower and blasted myself with ice cold water, not evenwaiting for it to warm up. I shivered under the steady stream, but I wasglad for the incentive to soap up and scrub off all my my sweat in ahurry. Besides, it reduced the temptation to spend time I didn’t have’thoroughly cleaning’ my more sensitive dirty bits. Instead, I cleaned up,dried off, and tore off to the sissy wardrobe room at record speed. I wasout of breath by the time I made it, but this time I didn’t let that stopme. I wasn’t going to be late this time. I was going to get dressed, goupstairs and be the best little sissy maid they had ever seen. And no onewas going to stop me…”Ooh just the sissy I was looking for. I was hopingI could make squirties before going upstairs to pway.”…except maybeBambi.”Pleez, Bambi…” I saw her cherubic features grow positively demonic and Iremembered my place, “I mean Miz’ress Bambi…oops…I mean Maman.” As ifsome one pulled a string, her face snapped back to her usual emptysmile. “Please, I can’t be late to work. I just want to get dressed andgo. Pleez, I promeez to make it up later, just pleez let me go.””EE! You sound so kewt! I’ve got my very own widdle French dolly!” Afterher initial giddiness, I saw Bambi thinking over my simple request with theintensity you’d expect for a zen koan. You could practically hear gearsgrinding until she finally came back with, “Tell you what…I’ll fuck you,AND help you get dressed. Cuz let’s be rilly rill, without me you won’tfind diddly p*o.” She had a point…the so called Wardrobe Room was morelike a warehouse of uniforms, outfits, lingerie, and accessories. Row afterrow of racks filled with hanging plastic bags and underneath them, labeledcabinets. With Bambi’s hair trigger cum reflex it would be quicker thanlooking for it myself, and it would give me an opportunity to prove I couldhold off from cumming before my Master…or Mistress…or Mommy did.”Alright but…” I didn’t get time to finish my caveat before Bambi took meby the arm and dragged me down the rows until she got to row ‘M’ for Maidand walked down to ‘F’ for French. She fumbled with a few bags and finallytook one down marked ‘X’…I was already regretting letting her pick myoutfit…I put on the ruffled belt…the white lace tickling the top of my ass andthe black silk soft on my hands…and then I realized it wasn’t a belt…itwas a skirt. Bambi giggled as she handed me some panties to cover my almostcompletely exposed ass…it was a thong of course, black silk hugged mysmooth balls and hard little clit as I pulled them on, the back riding upmy ass, nestled frustratingly between my ample cheeks. My legs were alittle more dressed…I slid up thigh high silk stockings, black with whiteruffles at the top, which looked rather fetching in my stilettos. It wasstrange, I had been walking around naked this entire time, but the moment Iput clothes on, I started feeling exposed…and I liked it. Teasingglimpses of flesh were even more alluring than the unwrapped package. Bambihelped me into a matching corset, tying the strings so tight I could barelybreath…but it was worth it to look breathtaking. It was overwhelming,ever layer I added accentuated my transformation. Before when I wore anoutfit like this it was kinky, like a game of dirty dress up. But now, itwas like they were a second skin, like they where more me than I was…theme I was wanted the be…the me I was becoming. And I looked very becomingin the peasant blouse, cut just low enough to see the tops of mynipples. My outfit was completed with a dainty little bonnet nestled in myflowing blond hair, and I felt complete…whole. I was a little relievedthat Bambi wanted some quickie action after all…I needed some relief…Apparently Bambi needed release just as badly…she pounced on me leaving atrail of lusty giggles as she tackled me to the floor, covering my face insoft kisses. I was already starting to squirm, her teasing left me tinglingall the way down to my toes. I moaned wetly, which she took as aninvitation to dart her tongue in and out of my mouth quickly, flicking thetip of my tongue of with hers. She lifted her skirt tickling my thighs asshe spread my legs and lined her clit up with my sissy hole. I thought Imight drown in softness, or go mad as I was tortured with tickles…whenBambi finally gave me something hard…”giggle I can’t tell you how ha hahappy I am to finally have a Fwench Maid to pway with.” I was getting agood idea, what with her rapid, rabbity thrusts and giggly grunts…The good news was I didn’t have to worry about cumming first…Bambi cooedas she filled me with her sissy spunk…that was also the bad news. I alsodidn’t have to worry about being late she even had time to cuddle into meand snuggle for a few minutes…I stroked her bright pink hair as Imarveled that this delicate creature made me her bitch. She wasn’t reallysuch a bad gurl…just a bit of brat. The blare of the alarm cut throughthe fog and sent us scurrying off to our next appointments. She giggled asshe bounced away, but I was too nervous to laugh. I ran as fast as I coulddown the winding corridors, wondering how I knew where to go, how I evenknew what the alarms meant for me, and Bambi knew where they were signalingher to go.I saw the hanging cages in the foyer as I approached the door, and Ishivered, knowing it was only a matter of time before I’d be locked in one,on display for the customers. But I pushed it out of my head…I had moreimportant things to worry about. Like, what exactly was a sissy maidsupposed to do? After all, none of the other sissies had real jobs. Theywere just window dressing. They didn’t really expect me to clean did they?In this outfit?Whatever they had planned, it had to be better than the basement, I longedfor the natural light and familiar feel of my former home…I opened thedoor and made my way up only to find my old butler…and I meanold…waiting for me. One look at Jeeves’ stern face and I knew I was infor trouble. I tried to be friendly, “Bonjour, Jeeves, eet is good to seeyou again. I look forward to working wiz you.” But I guess we were neverfriends to begin with…”Don’t you, ‘bonjour me’, you faux French fop! And don’t call me Jeeves! Myname is Percival, you never bothered to learn it when you were Master ofthe house, but now that you’re just another sissy slave, you will call meSIR! And one more thing you better get crystal clear. You work for FOR me,not ‘wiz’ me!” I’d never seen Jeeves…I mean Percival…I mean Sir soangry. Then again, I barely ever saw him back when I lived upstairs. Iconsidered the servants beneath me, and the only time I paid them any mindwas when I wanted them to complete some menial task I was too lazy to domyself. I guess it didn’t endear me to the staff…and now I was beneaththem…the thought was a little frightening…and frighteninglyexciting. The thrill soon wore off…”Now don’t think this is some kinkygame. I had to let one of my best cleaners go because they figured theycould save money by making you clean. She had two k**s. I hope your sicklittle sex kicks are worth putting her out of work.”I withered under his gaze. My outfit was making me feel exposed, but itwasn’t quite as exciting as before. Now I felt vulnerable, laid bare…AllI wanted was to be a good sissy, to make people happy, but was wanting thatselfish if it meant other people had to suffer? I wished things could justbe simple, that I could make things better with a blowjob, but maybe ablowjob can’t fix every problem. Then again, “Pleez, Monsieur Sir, I weeldo anyzing to prove my dedication.” When Sir Jeeve’s face grew more ashenthan normal, I was sure I’d made a terrible mistake, and then he unzippedhis pants…”Hmm…it’s a start. But make it quick, missy, you still have floors toscrub.” He pulled out his cock but it wasn’t hard yet…a first for me. Oldguys must need more help…I wrapped my lips around him and swallowed himwhole, enjoying the feeling of his manhood stirring as my tongue undulatedagainst it and I softly sucked…even if his pubes did smell likemothballs. As he grew in length and girth he filled my throat nicely, buthe didn’t have anything I hadn’t seen before, still his desperate wheezingdid add an extra urgency to it. I felt him throb inside me…irregular,jerky spasms…I wondered how long he would last, and if I’d have thediscipline to stay dry after he unloaded, but I didn’t have much time towonder before he let out a breathless moan and several shudderysquirts. His cum tasted a little weak…but still distinctively male. Ifelt a warm buzz of pride, but whether it was due to self discipline or theabrupt end to a blowjob that was just picking up steam, I didn’t cum. Farfrom feeling relieved, I was starting to wish I could go back to being afuck pig…Instead of sticky panties I got a wet rag and a bucket. I took a look at myonce familiar home and found it strange and alienating. What was oncespacious was now cavernous, making me feel small and insignificant. Floorsthat where once elegant were now too fucking big…and I had to scrub themall. My silk encased knees met cold, hard tile and I got down tobusiness. From this position, everyone could see my everything, my asscompletely exposed and swaying invitingly. It only added to my frustratedlust, a burning in my loins and a knot in my guts…but it also gave me anextra oomph to my scrubbing. Pain shot up my arm and made itself at home inmy shoulder. I got the feeling it was going to get nice and cozy, but in away, I welcomed it. At least it took my mind of how horny I was…It was a long, hard slog, but it was rewarding. There was something aboutphysical labor that made me feel useful…I could see fruits of my labor asI shined inch by inch. I got it so clean, that I could see my face in it, avision of servile sexiness. The longer I cleaned, the more Ilonged…longed for someone to walk by…see what a good sissy I was…howhard I was working for her…see my ass shaking like a bowl of deliciousjello…to spread my cheeks with their fat cock and pound me so hard I’dshine the floor with my face. And as if I dreamed them into being, I heardtwo voices coming down the hallway towards me, “my point, Mr Harrow. If youwant to find d**gs of the caliber you require for your sissies in thisstate, you’ll have to go to Hell. Because that’s where I’ve sent thecompetition. You don’t like the prices of my d**gs, then you can go toHell.” I couldn’t see who the voice belonged to yet, but it didn’t have thesame weight as my Master’s. Sure it was bombastic, but it seemed hollow,like it was full of hot air… “Mr. Capistrano, you have made your pointabundantly clear. My people will be with yours shortly to see what we cannegotiate. In the meantime, perhaps you’d care to sample one of thespecimens your d**gs help make so ridiculously responsive?” In contrast,Master Darren’s voice was almost subdued, as if only a great force of willwas holding it back and keeping it from burning Mr. Capistrano’s faceoff. No matter how it appeared, I knew that my Master had the upper handsomehow. The mention of the d**gs that made me so sensationally sensitivedidn’t surprise me, nor did I dwell on it. I figured it didn’t matter why Ifelt so good, as long as it never stopped, so I went about my work with anadded urgency, hoping I’d be the specimen he chose.”Mmmmmmm speak of the Devil…and she shall appear. Who is this comelycreature?” His voice grew wet, to the point he was smacking as he talked. Istole a glimpse over my shoulder to get a sight of him. For what I got, itwas petty theft. A rotund, oily little man maybe a head taller than me. Hishair was thinning and clung to his glistening scalp like thin, inkytendrils. His piggy little eyes darted back and forth constantly betrayinghis oafish appearance. He was obviously a clever little man, and onebloated with self confidence, but he didn’t have the raw power of MasterDarius or his sons. Instinctively, I just knew that despite Capistrano’sbig talk, that my Master was the one in control of the situation. Still,even with all his glaring shortcomings, I still wanted to crawl over to himand show him he was superior to me in every way possible. And from thehunger in his voice, I’d get the chance.”I’m not so sure you want this one. She’s still fresh…hasn’t been fullytrained yet. I don’t want you getting a bad impression about mymerchandise.” I felt lower than an earthworm’s asshole. My Master wasworried I’d humiliate him. Worried I wouldn’t tuzla escort bayan be able to get off a fatlittle man…one I doubt got so fat by being picky. Or maybe he’d worry I’dout pig the piggy, and cum all over these nice clean floors before fattycould fill me up like an eclair. Try as I might, I couldn’t think of areason that Master didn’t want his guest to use me that wasn’t deeplyhurtful. But as a mere sissy, my feelings didn’t matter. You don’t ask agarbage can if its feelings are hurt when you don’t fill it up…”Mmm…all the better. I like a taste of wild game from time to time. Tellyou what, if this fresh filly can take my fat sausage without cumming likethe bitch dog she is, I’ll give you a five percent discount on yoursupplies.” Master Darius nodded silently, and gave me a quick look. It wasbrief, but spoke volumes. Telling me not to disappoint him…telling methat I had to pull deep inside and find the strength to resist my naturalinclination to cum my brains out. Telling me I better go from wild fuck pigto seasoned sissy in seconds flat…and I was listening…”Smack…yesssss this is a prime cut of ass…well marbled…juicy…andNNH filling…” he didn’t waste anytime with foreplay or romance. He justgot down on his knees, lifted his gut over my ass, and pushed his fat cockinto my tight little cunt. I cooed with every inch that slid inside me…itwas a short coo. He couldn’t have been more than four inches hard, but hewasn’t lying when he called it a fat sausage. What he lacked in length, hemade up in girth, giving me just enough hurt to keep me hungry for the tipof his cock as it just barely hit my Oui spot. Far from trying to hold out,I felt my body going into auto-pilot, heading straight for a cliff at topspeed…bucking my hips as hard as I could to meet Capistrano’s shallowthrusts. I squeezed down on his cock as hard as I could, making good use ofmy kegel exercises, wanting to feel every inch of him against my hungrywhole, greedy for just a little more flesh…just a little more to get meover…it had been so long since I got a little relief…almost a wholeday. I could feel his sweat dripping down on me…I knew he wouldn’t lastmuch longer, but from the hot throbbing surging inside me, I knew I wouldfill my panties long before he filled my hole. All it would take is onemore prod of my happy spot…one tiny tickle…and I’d be free…But I didn’t want to be free. I didn’t want to escape to my blank place. Ididn’t even want to be happy…I just want to feel useful. I wanted to be agood sissy…the best sissy. So instead of letting him hit my cum triggerone more time, I started rolling my hips, swirling almost all the way tothe base of his cock and then working back off it in a corkscrewmotion. Now he was the one making little piggy grunts, he was the one aboutto squeal. I worked him into a foaming frenzy, my ass becoming a pale bluras it danced on his cock, giving him all the pleasure as I did all thework. All he had to do was grab my plump cheeks and impale me on his cockand he’d win his petty little game…but he didn’t want to win anymore. Fora second I was worth more than five percent of an untold volume of illicitprofits. If he had more than a second, maybe he would have done the math,but I didn’t give him the time to think. He shot so much cum up my ass I’msure he pulled out a few pounds lighter. I didn’t know how much money wewere talking about, but I figured it was at least a hundred thousand dollarfuck by this time next year. And according to him, “huff huff Fuck it…itwas worth it.”My Master passed by me, putting his hand on my head. “That’ll do pig…meetme in my room in half an hour.,,” It was better than cumming. The buzz ofpride didn’t fade, there was no harsh cum down, no empty ache of guilt orregret. The pride of a fuck well done filled me fuller than any cock everhad. I was useful…I was worth something…I was good. I glided across thetile as I cleaned it, almost floating over it as I counted the minutesuntil our meeting. When I thought it had been long enough, I made my wayover to his door and meekly knocked on it, waiting in anguished uncertaintyuntil he finally called out, “You can come in now.”His room was almost as impressive as he was, and almost as terrifying. Itwas adorned with trophies of conquest, covered with the heads of savagea****ls; slain, no doubt, with his bare hands. My master stood in front ofhis four poster bed wearing a black velvet robe and nothing else, openedever so slightly all the way down to just above his crotch. I got down onmy knees and looked at the floor, not daring to look him in the eyeswithout permission. I could still feel his eyes on me, burning on my skin,a blush spreading across my skin and sinking into me until I was pantingwith lust. I didn’t want him to see me like this, so desperate for him…socompletely enthralled with him. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to want him…Iprobably would have hated him if I thought about it, but who could thinkwith his eyes running over every quivering inch of their exposed flesh? Hefinally cut through the fog, “I didn’t think you had it in you, Belle, butthis is one time when I’m glad to be proven wrong. So I’ve decided to giveyou a big reward. I’m sure you have countless questions about your newlife, and although the only question a sissy really needs to know theanswer to is: how can I best serve my Master, I’ll let you ask methree. And just because I’m in a generous mood, I’ll let you ask them whileyou suck my cock.”I couldn’t believe my ears…it was like Christmas came early and Santagave me the cock I asked him for in my letter. I crawled over as fast as Icould, fumbling with his robe and letting his cock fall onto my face,nuzzling against it like it was my pet snake. I’d fantasized about his cockever since I saw it sliding in and out of Isabella’s lips. At first I triedto pretend I wanted to have a cock like his, but now I couldn’t imaginewanting it between my legs when I could have it between my lips. I slid mytongue into his pee slit, the slightest taste of his pre-cum making megiddy with lust. I wrapped my lips around it, finally daring to look him inthe eyes…what I saw almost forced the cum right out of my rock hardclit…a look of total dominance…total ownership…a look that told me hewas doing me the favor here…that I didn’t really deserve to suck hiscock, but he would slum it just this once…I didn’t waste the opportunity…I covered his cock in kisses, which took along time considering he had to be almost a foot long. He tasted of muskand fine steak…a cut above his sons. I was drooling by the time I got tohis salt and pepper thatch of pubes and slobbered over his hefty balls, myjaw aching just to feel them pulse inside my mouth. By the time I finallyworked my way back up to the tip of his cock, I was dick drunk anddesperate…taking as much of it down my throat as I could get in one madlunge and gagging before I got a third down. My body lurched as I pulledoff of him reluctantly, spitting on his cock before I took a deep breathand tried again. I made it half way the second try but couldn’t push anyfurther. I let my throat get accommodated to his girth, hoping it wouldopen up to him if they got to know one another better… “Did you have anyquestions, Belle? Or is my cock the only answer you need?”I felt a little silly…I had completely forgotten the questions in my zealto suck his cock. And now that I thought about it, I really didn’t have anyquestions, for myself at least. I accepted that I had no control over myown fate, and I wasn’t even sure I wanted any. But now that I could askquestions, I discovered that I had some that had been nagging at me whetherI knew it or not. First and foremost, “How iph mmmy mammabr? Iph pheezaphe?”Master Darius looked genuinely surprised, going so far as to pull his cockout of my throat and plop it on my head a few times, as if thinking itover. “I didn’t know you cared about your mother, Belle. Hell, I didn’tknow you cared about anyone.” Truth be told, neither did I. But since Idiscovered my mom was being kept doped up in a looney bin so my step-fatherturned Master could steal her fortune, I must have subconsciously startedto worry about her. I guess I made a better daughter than I did ason. “Well don’t you worry. You’re mother is still in top physicalcondition, and happier than she’s ever been. She’s thrilled to be relievedof the responsibility of keeping up appearances, of hiding her nasty littleaddictions from friends and family. She’s much happier in d**ggy dreamlandthan she ever was with you. She doesn’t miss you, Belle, so don’t wastetime missing her.”He fed me his cock again, filling my lonely longing and then some. I feltthe raw heat of a well stretched throat and got lost in the humid haze,making my way almost all the way down his cock, another few inches and I’dbe home. I was so close…but so far. It was both Paradise andPurgatory. The frustrating futility reminded me of my next question. “Whydo youph puneeph Iphabella for zee opher sipheez mmmiphakes?”This time he didn’t just look surprised, he looked a little confused, orwas he disappointed? “Punish her? I haven’t had to punish Isabella inages. Unless you mean…ah, that must be it. What you call punishment isnothing more than not allowing her the pleasure of my company. You see,while you dream of a future with her…a dream I might add that is asdangerous as it is hopeless…she dreams only of being my kept sissy. It’swhy she hates you other sissies so much. You’re competition. And who knows,one day I might grant her wish. That is, if I don’t find a sissy thatdeserves it more…”I felt emptier than ever…how could I ever compete with him? Who could? Itwould be like trying to steal God’s girlfriend. I couldn’t imagine Isabellachoosing me over him…I certainly wouldn’t. In fact, at that moment, all Icould imagine was choosing him. That gave me the final push I needed toforce myself all the way down his cock, feeling a sense of accomplishmentwhen I felt his balls stroke my chin so profound…well it was too profoundfor words to say the least. This was so different from the way Isabellamade me feel, but maybe that was the point. This felt right…like it wasdestiny. I don’t think I could call it love…it was something more thanthat…something deeper…and it brought me to my final question. One soimportant I slid off of his cock to ask it. “Could I be your sissy servantesomeday?”Master Darius smiled warmly, and stroked my hair gently…then he grabbed aclumpful of curls and pulled me onto his cock. He used my throat as acocksleeve, taking full advantage of my ability to deep throat him, stillsmiling warmly as he face fucked me. Tears welled up in my eyes, tears ofjoy no doubt, or oxygen deprivation. The blood pooled in my face, it feltlike it was going to burst…everything went dreamy as my brain slowed to acrawl and curled up at his feet. Just when I was sure I was going to bursta blood vessel, I felt an even more urgent eruption filling first my throatand then my grateful mouth. I swallowed his seed eagerly, having difficultywith his volume and viscosity, but finally earning a lungful of fresh airand the taste of pure ambrosia. “We’ll see…” he said, kissing my cheekwith his cock, leaving behind a sticky memento, “oh and you can cum now.”The moment he gave the word, my body went into convulsions. Every bone inmy body melted in the heat of unleashed euphoria, reducing me to a sissyshaped pool of living, breathing, moaning cum. Invisible hands caressing mybody, squeezing every last drop of pent up pleasure from every juicy curveand slick cranny. It was like his voice was still inside me, throbbingagainst my happy spot, sending my sissy sack into overload, producing moregurl goo than I’d unleashed since I woke up in the basement. And all ittook was a word…I almost didn’t dare to imagine what his cock would do tomy pussy…but then it was all I could imagine. Even when he brusquelysaid, “You may go now.” I still felt a lingering whisper of him insideme. I left with the bashful bliss of a gurl with her first crush, or withthe panting pride of a bitch that won first place for her Master at the dogshow. I floated all the way back down to the basement, sneaking a littlepiece of Heaven back into Hell…I floated through the rest of the evening…if it was really evening…eating my dinner and marveling at the flavor puppy love brought to theblandest dish. I barely even noticed the snickers of Bambi and Sakura as Isoared to the showers and breezed to bed. It was only when I saw Isabellathat I came plummeting back to earth, hitting my bunk with the weight of ashooting star slamming into the unforgiving ground. It knocked the wind outof me…I still loved her…or felt something for her strong enough toconfuse for love…but what was it I felt for Master Darius? I didn’t feelit any less looking at Isabella’s suspicious stare, didn’t miss him anyless as I covered my head with my pillow to avoid her inquisitive eyes. Ididn’t know what I felt or for who…and if it was love, where would I putit? I was in competition I with them both now, and I didn’t know who Iwanted to beat…but I knew I was destined to lose…still, try as I might,I couldn’t stop hoping for a miracle.Whatever the answer was, I didn’t find it in my dreams…the field had beenpaved over…I was running through an empty parking lot…looking for someone, orsomething, but I wasn’t sure who I was looking for…or what. All I knewthat was no matter how hard I looked, how far off into the distance Istared, all I saw was miles and miles of concrete. It was an oppressiveemptiness, the vastness of the open space crushing me. I fell to my kneesin despair. I don’t know why I was looking anymore…everything I had seenup to this point was testament to the futility of hope. At the depths of mydespair, abandoned…alone…and ready to stop searching…that is, until Isaw a single blade of grass pushing through the cracks of the pavement…itwas struggling so hard to survive, living proof that hope springseternal…I woke up smiling, determined to make the best of my day…of everyday. Ofcourse, I didn’t even know what day it was. The other sissies seemed finewith living in a timeless limbo, but I wanted to keep track of my progress,to see how far I was on the road to perfect sissydom. To do that I wouldneed to have some concept of the passage of time. I decided that sincetoday was the first day of the rest of my life, that this would be thefirst day of the week…but I wasn’t confident enough to call it Monday, soI settled on…Moanday…I burst out of bed and ran to breakfast. Isabella was sitting in the corneragain, so it was easy to avoid eye contact. I didn’t want to hurt herfeelings, and I wasn’t even sure she had any, but I didn’t want to see themburning in her eyes until I understood my own. I also didn’t want a repeatof yesterday, so I forced my food down as fast as I could, welcoming thegiddy dopiness. I ran across the room and cleaned my bowl, then ran rightback and hovered over the table like a courteous vulture, ready to pounceon the dirty dishes. I was a whir of washing, my arm throbbing and my handssizzling as I scalded the bowls with hot water and scrubbed with all mymight.I heard tittering behind me and then I felt a stinging slap on my ass. Iturned expecting to see Bambi giggling gleefully, and saw Sakura instead,her almond eyes turned down and her tiny lips curved up into a guiltygrin. “Please to forgive this humble sissy, but I can not be resisting thechance. Your buttocks cry out to be punished for the unforgivable crime ofbeauty.” Her face was flush and her lip was trembling. I could tell shewasn’t used to being in charge…she hardly knew what to do withherself. Somehow, her inexperience, her insecurity, only made me want tosubmit to her more…to teach her how to dominate a sissy by surrenderingso sweetly. I parted my lips and closed my eyes, smelling cherry blossomsas I drew closer to her…And then a blaring alarm had me off and running to my morning workout, thelaughter of the other sissies following me close behind. Pain shot up mylegs and my lungs burned as I made a mad dash to outrun them. I arrived atmy destination spent and sweating, but still standing…Dirk smiled broadly at me with all the confidence and kindness of asissy-eating-shark. I couldn’t hide his complete control over my body. Hecould see how my blush ran down my cheeks…across my heaving chest…pastmy achingly hard nipples…down my smooth stomach…stopping just below mythrobbing clit, already glistening with pre-comely. I didn’t dare look himin the eyes, for fear of what I’d beg him to do to me, and I was sucking onmy lower lip feverishly to keep the words from exploding out of my mouthunbidden. I knew he only wanted to use me and that he didn’t care if thatgot me in trouble or not, but that only made me want him more. After all,what gurl doesn’t want a bad boy? And once I surrendered my body to himcompletely, as I did last session again and again, it made it hard to playreluctant. But I had made a solemn vow, and I was determined to see itthrough the end. There was a first time for everything, after all. Hewrapped his arms around me and pulled me in close so that my soft skin andample curves crushed against his hard muscles…one especially hard againstmy stomach, letting me feel how deep he could be inside of me if I justbegged him nicely. He pulled my chin up so that I couldn’t avoid his eyes,clouded with lust, asking rhetorically “Are you ready for your workout?”I resisted every hungry whimper inside me begging me to beg, and listenedto the soft voice of reason instead, gently pushing back so that hereleased his grip on me. I crossed over to the ballet bar and lifted my legup as high as it would go, then gently lowered it to the bar and began mysquats. “Oui, Masteer Dirk. I eem ready.” He looked at me as if I’d justsprouted wings and flew across the room pissing rainbows as I went. Neverin a million moans did he expect me to resist him. I cringed, worried he’dtake it as a personal insult, but his sissy eating grin slid back over hisface and he looked at me with a little less disdain than usual as Icontinued my exercises…it almost moved me to tears. It gave me the energyand drive to double the number of squats I did the day before and tocomplete the rest of my stretches without collapsing.By the time I got to my Kegel exercises, I was feeling on top of theworld…that is, until Master Dirk decided to ‘help’ me with my exercisesmy sticking three of his thick fingers up my as and tickling my spurt spotevery time I squeezed down. It was sheer torture…ruthless, rapturoustorture. I had to dig my finger nails into my palms until I almost brokethe skin, the stab of pain a paper thin barrier between me and aneruption. I felt like I was trying to contain a flood with a Kleenex. Everysqueeze brought a profound pang of pleasure, each more beautiful and movingthan the last…by the time I heard the alarm blare signaling it was timefor my next class, I was moved to tears, ready to collapse into his armsand surrender everything to him all over again…but then I imagined MasterDarren staring down at me, Isabella standing faithfully by his side. I hadto prove myself to him…to her…to them…I had to pull away with ananguished moan and apologize, “Escuse Moi, Master Dirk, I meen nooffense. I would love to ‘work out’ wiz you a little longer. But, alas, Imust say adieu for now.”He looked only slightly less shocked than before, but he recovered quicklysmirking as he shooed me away. I tore off at top speed to my ‘relaxedlearning’ lessons and made it with time to spare. Although how I knew I hadtime to spare when I didn’t even know what time it was eluded me. What wasimportant was the first words I heard as I sat in the lone chair in anotherwise empty room was, “You’re early.” I couldn’t have felt more proudif the words came from God Himself, and with the way his words seemed toskip my head and go straight to my heart, I wasn’t ruling that possibilityout. “It’s good that you’re early, because we have a lot to learn today. Ifyou’re going to be a French Maid, you can’t just look like one or soundlike one, you have to behave like one. Today I’m going to help you withthat. Close your eyes and count down from a hundred. As you do, imagine afawn, darting through a fie…””Oui!” I bolted upright, answering a question I didn’t hear and knowingwithout even being able to see his smile that I got it right. I had no ideahow long I’d been out, but I was starting to suspect it was longer than afew sloppy seconds. But it was strange…I didn’t feel any different, or atleast not in any way I could articulate. All I could say for sure was thatI felt something that completely alien to me…competence. I didn’tquestion it, or at least I tried to keep myself from questioning it toomuch, reminding myself over and over that I wanted to be a good sissy, andI had to trust my trainers.”That’s a good sissy, Belle. Since you were early today and don’t need tobe punished for anything, you have some free time before you need to reportto work. Enjoy yourself, you’ve earned it…” Pride welled up in me…I waspositively glowing as I floated down the stark halls of the basement. Ibounded blissfully feeling weightless and care free…that is, until Irealized I didn’t know where I was going. It was a strange feeling, nothaving anywhere to be…not having anything to do. I should have beenexcited, giddy even. I was given permission to do whatever I wanted…toenjoy myself, and I had earned it, hadn’t I? But I started to worry, tofeel lost…I didn’t have such a great track record of making my owndecisions. What if I fell back into my selfish, slutty habits and got introuble again? I would have ruined what had been a perfect day and set mefurther back on the road to perfect sissydom. I wondered if maybe I shouldplay it safe, and go look for someone to tell me what to do with my sparetime. It wasn’t easy…in fact it was all too often excruciatinglyembarrassing, but I was getting pretty adept at following orders. I feltlike I had turned a corner, and that I was heading in the rightdirection…but apparently I was wrong…Sakura came out of nowhere as sheturned the corner at the same time and crashed right into me…I fell to the ground, luckily I landed on my well padded ass. Sakuramanaged to stay on her feet, still teetering, she angrily whispered as loudas she could, “Baka gaijin! Almost to be knocking me down! You are mistakento think you are someone to get away with this!” I had troubleunderstanding her, as her rage seemed to be in a vicious wrestling matchwith her meekness. Her ivory skin was speckled with red rage, and her sloeeyes flashed brilliantly, but couldn’t quite manage to meet mine. I feltbad for her, of all the sissies here, she seemed to have the most troubleaccepting what she was. I didn’t want to make things worse for her, so Idecided to help her along in her faltering attempt to put me in my place…”I’m so sorry, Mademoiselle Sakura, pleez, have merci beacoup!” I got up onmy knees and looked up at her with an expression of sorrow and surrender,and that’s when I noticed the change to her usual school girloutfits. Sure, it was a school girl outfit, but not like any I’d ever seenbefore. It was a white latex body suit with painted on collar, pockets andbuttons to make the top look like a school uniform blouse. She wore aplastic pleated skirt that cut across the midriff helping to reinforce theillusion of stockings created by the bottom half of the body suit. It wasalso white, but with a hole in the crotch and ass area making it look likepure white stockings and a garter. Again, painted lines outlined thestocking tops, complete with cute little bows and the inseam running downher slender but shapely legs.With all that shiny white latex, I didn’t notice the obvious reason for thechange in attire at first. But when I saw pearly white rivulets of cumclinging to her pleated skirt, I began to notice they were everywhere. Heflushed face was coated with a creamy clear foundation…her nipples,jutting out against the tight rubbery confines almost appeared to belactating as man mike dripped from them. My eyes ran down her taut tinybody like a bead of cum, finally stopping at her patent leather mary janes,my mouth watering and tongue lolling even before Sakura whisperedforcefully, “You will be cleaning this most honorable sissy’s clothes withthe tongue that drips with apologies.”I started at her feet, running my tongue slowly up her black patentleather, cleaning every milky white glop off until I could see the depravedlook of lust on my face reflected back at me. I didn’t dare ask her how shegot covered head to toe with such a copious amount of cum…maybe one of myMaster’s invited his friends over for a bukkake party, maybe she had toentertain a roomful of clients…whatever the reason, I knew Sakurawouldn’t want me to ask. It did occur to me that I was kowtowing to a sissythat had just been debased and basted…but other than a slight twinge ofunease, I felt proud to have my tongue slowly sliding up her smooth latexstockings. It was an exhilarating, intoxicating sensation, the texture of aflawless, flavorless second skin, punctuated with almost pungent explosionsof flavor as I made my way up to her lithe legs. I took my time, the soundof wet sucking kisses almost covering her timid whimpers and moans…aswell as mine. I guess I took too much time, or pushed her too close to theedge, because she forcefully stammered, “Please to be hurrying! Thishonorable sissy is enduring the Hell of a Thousand Sticky kisses! So be agood dorei and make a thousand kisses!”I wasted no time obeying her desperate command. Secretly, it gave me a sicklittle thrill knowing I could probably overpower her if I wanted to. Therewas something about surrendering even when I didn’t have to that feltdoubly depraved. It made tonguing my way up her torso and sucking the manmilk from her pert little breasts even more swelteringly sensual. By thetime I reached her sticky face, I couldn’t say who felt more filthy…orwho needed this more. I suppose I got my answer after feeling her skinsizzle on my tongue, tasting a salty tear as she gave into her perversedesires, and swooning as she pulled my lips to hers and darted her delicatelittle tongue into my mouth, stealing back the last of the cum beforesucking it clean. I moaned and whimpered and whined, desperate for releaseafter the day’s teasing, but even more desperate to please…so when shesuckled on my lips to make sure she got every last drop and pulled awayleaving only a thin strand of spittle to remind me of her tiny, tantalizinglips, I just waited impatiently…hoping she’d have something even moredecadently debasing to put me through. Lucky for me, she wrapped thatlittle mouth around my earlobe, whispering, “This filthy sissy has need foryour tongue in her most shameful of spots.”I wasted no time in dropping to my knees and crawling behind her, my handstrembled with excitement as I parted her petite, but pleasantlyproportioned buttocks and slid my tongue up and down her sticky crack. Thecum here had an extra kick to it, as if fermenting in her hotbox had givenit an alcoholic edge. Whatever the cause, I was definitely cum drunk as Isucked out every drop of cum I could get to, and then snaked my slenderfingers inside her to scoop out the rest. While I was digging the last ofthe deposits, I tickled her super happy fun time spot until she made ashameful squirt of her own. I didn’t even have to be asked to crawl overand lick it off the floor. And after I did, I just looked up at her withdoe eyes, licking my fingers clean and looking as delightfully dirty as Icould while doing it. I whimpered, “Mon soeur…pleez. Anytime you feel zeshame is too much, pleez…pick on zis little sissy.”Sakura didn’t say anything, she just gave one of her stoic little nods andturned and ran away. I felt a warmth rise inside of me, and it wasn’t justthe usual humidity of humiliation and frustrated lust…it was somethingmore soothing than that, like a security blanket snuggling up against mefrom the inside. It wasn’t the head over high heels dizzy dreamy feeling Igot with Isabella, or the all encompassing awe I felt for Master Darren. Itwasn’t love, if that’s what those were, but it was a feeling…a feeling ofsisterhood.Before I could ponder it any further, an alarm sang out, serenading me allthe way to the wardrobe room, where I slipped into a scandalously sexyFrench Maid’s uniform and sprinted upstairs to start my chores. Asexpected, Master Jeeves Sir was waiting for me with his pursed lipgrimace. I wished I could make him smile, to make him like me…but as longas I’d known him…which I suppose was my whole life, I’d never seen himsmile. Then again, I wasn’t a drop dead sexy sissy before either, so Iwasn’t about to give up. For his part, he seemed dead set to despise me,greeting me with, “You did a barely passable job yesterday, slut. So todayyour fee to be allowed to work on my floors, is going to hit you a littledeeper.” He bent me over the kitchen counter and unceremoniously beganfucking me with his barely erect cock.As he wheezed and grunted and drooled over my ass I couldn’t resistwiggling my heart shaped bottom back onto his old oak. Maybe it was the wayhis bony fingers dug into my voluptuous ass, as if he was holding on fordear life…or maybe it was the mortal terror in his thrusts, the way heheld nothing back, pounding me as hard and fast as he could as if he wasafraid he might die before he could finish…or maybe it was the way hepulled my head up and kissed me from above, making me dizzy and deliriousas he sucked my tongue up into his throat, as if he were trying to suck outmy youth. I don’t know why, but getting fucked by an elderly pervert wasenough to send me careening towards the edge of a cliff, hurtling towardsan ocean of cum. I couldn’t understand it…I never used to be attracted tomen. And my step-Masters I could almost, understand…they were pinnaclesof manhood and it made me feel even more feminine and soft to be nearthem. But first fatty and now oldy…it was like I would go into heat forany dog in the pound…as long as they pounded my sissy ass anyway. I wasworried Master Jeeves Sir’s mummified manhood was going to force a sissysquirt from my throbbing clit and ruin my perfect day, but fortunately(?)he didn’t have the endurance to fuck the cum out of me, settling for a fewshuddery spurts that I almost expected to come out as dust clouds. Then,just as casually and contemptuously as he had bent me over, he pulled meback up and snarled, “Now get to work, you fucking sissy slut!”As if on a mission from God, I began scrubbing the floors with a zealousfervor. I was so motivated, I didn’t notice that I’d cleaned the entirekitchen in a third of the time it took yesterday until I was done. I onlyallowed my self to stand slack jawed for a moment before continuing to therest of the spacious estate. I said a silent thank you to whoever mymystery trainer was. I didn’t understand how, but he had made me a bettercleaner in my sleep. My arm forming perfect elliptical as I used themomentum from one stroke to carry me into the next. Before long I was inthe zone, finding a zen like calm in cleaning and finding myself back in mysafe place, my empty White Room…polishing every floor until it waspristine and perfect. I took a deep breath of lemony Lysol and lookedaround me…I had finished! I wondered how much time it took when an alarmtold me it took just long enough.I made my way back down to the basement with a calm confidence like I’dnever felt before. As I showered and got ready for bed, I saw Sakura acrossthe room, the water cascading off her smooth skin, cleaning what little I’dmissed. She didn’t utter a word, but her almost imperceptible nod told meeverything I needed to know. I drifted off to sleep that night content inthe knowledge that I’d proved myself worthy of every challenge I met thatday, and I’d even made a friend of sorts along the way.That night, the crack in the pavement widened, allowing a small patch ofbrilliant green to burst through……TwosdayIt’s funny how quickly something as mind blowing as sissy slavery canbecome routine, but after just a few days, I was already thinking of myschedule of teasing and toning, mind control and mind fucks, cleaning andgetting dirty, and the usual surprises as just another day. Hopefully itwould be one day closer to sissy perfection…and hopefully, once Iattained it, I would finally understand why I wanted it so bad…and who Iwas doing it for…But there was no time for introspection in my schedule, or else they wouldhave made an alarm for that. So it was off to breakfast and avoidingIsabella’s gaze…even though she didn’t bother to look at me…Then therewere the usual dishes and disses, but they seemed more playful now, as if Iwas becoming one of the gurls. The only thing different about breakfast wasthat Lola was eating with us as well, but she didn’t seem to enjoy thecompany. She sat at her own table, as if she considered us beneathher…which was especially hurtful considering we were…But there was no time in the schedule for hurt feelings, so I was off to myway-too-physical training. Enduring the agony of muscles stretched to theirbreaking point…and somehow past them…was nothing compared to enduringthe ecstasy of muscles tightening around Dirk’s meaty fingers…holdingonto the ballet bar for dear life, trying to keep from falling into theabyss of bliss…and barely holding on until the end of the session. Buttoday wouldn’t be like any other day after all. Apparently I had impressedDirk by holding out two days in a row, so much so that he stopped me amoment after the alarm went off, saying, “I’m surprised you’re coming alongso well…or not cumming I guess…but I’ve decided to reward you. Lolawill meet you after your next lesson and ‘fill you in’ on the details.”Dirk was the master of the single entendre, but with a body like his, hedidn’t need brains. Neither did I, I suppose…Which must be why I was so eager for my ‘re-education’ lesson. After all,it had helped me so much already, and I had worked up the courage to askfor an advanced lesson. Whispering, “Monsieur mystery voice? I have a petitrequest. I am struggling wiz ze self control. I don’t want to cum beforemon Master, but eet is so hard. Can’t you do anyzing to help?””I…give me a moment…” I didn’t know what to think…I’d never heard himfalter before. Had I made a terrible mistake? Did I ask for too much? Did Ijust prove I could never be a proper sissy, much less a perfect one? Thesewere just a few of the questions racing around in my head, crashing intoeach other in a jumble of confusion and self doubts. His answer wassurprising, “My apologies, Belle. It’s just that no one’s ever asked forthat before. Usually you sissies want to get away with cumming as often aspossible. That’s why the technique you are asking for is so rarelyused. It’s a direct assault on your very nature, your every instinct. Itcould result in total psychological breakdown if you don’t embrace it110%. Are you willing to risk that?”I didn’t even have to think about it. I would risk anything for my MasterIsabella…I meant my Mistress Darren…I meant to be his…hers perfectsissy…I didn’t know what I meant, but I knew what I wanted. “Oui,Monsieur. I will fight to ze last breath. If I can not be ze perfect sissy,zen I might as well be brain dead.” At least I sounded sure of my self. AndI was determined to ride that false wave of confidence to the finish line,telling myself over and over that I could do it…”Very well…but you’d better be right, or it’s both our asses. Now closeyour eyes and count backwards from one hundred…I want you to listen to mevery carefully…you will not cum unless given permission by your Master orMistress…you will be UNABLE to cum without permission…you will be agood sissy.” I closed my eyes and said a silent prayer to the god of notcumming……I opened my eyes and felt a throbbing pressure in groin. I was afraid toask, but I managed to whisper, “Did eet work?” I looked down to see my clithard as it’s ever been…a drop of precum glistening like a precious pearl,but no matter how fast I used my pinky to rub my little clitty, I couldn’tcum…”Mon Dieu! Eet worked! Zank you…zank you zank you!””No, Belle, thank you. It makes me proud to see such a dedicatedpupil. Now head off to your next lesson, poppet, you’ve done more thanenough for one day.” I was bursting with pride…well almost bursting…butthat would have to wait until I had permission. I couldn’t wait to test mynew training…I was so excited that Lola had to shout down the hallwaybefore I remembered I was supposed to meet her…”HEEEEEY! Puta tonta! Why are you running away from me? I haven’t even toldyou what we’re doing on our little date tonight.” I stopped dead in mytracks and sheepishly walked towards her, embarrassed that she thought Iwas so afraid of her, but too afraid of her to correct her. When I finallygot to her, I couldn’t even look her in the eye. All of the adrenalinecoursing through my veins from my blocked up bliss was making me trembleuncontrollably, which only made me look more terrified. I almost jumped outof my skin when she took my hand and hers, which made her laughlowly…”Haha. Pobrecito Belle…no necitas to be afraid of me. I’m notlike that culo, Cunt. I’d never hurt another sissy…unless I was orderedtoo.” I managed the courage to look into her eyes and was surprised to seethere wasn’t a hint of mischief or malice in them at the moment. Maybe I’dmisjudged her because of the company she kept, and it’s not like she had achoice in who her Master…or Mistress was. Maybe she wasn’t a sadisticbitch like Contessa or a selfish b**st like Dirk. Sure she was passionate,and if pushed to it, she could be rough. But could anyone with eyes asbrown and soft as a bear cub really want to maul me? “Which brings us to elgimnasio.”She led me to a gymnasium, but not the one where I trained everymorning…no this one dwarfed that one. Stadium seating surrounded me, allthe more terrifyingly impressive for its emptiness. I wondered just whatthe Hell they were building down here…and what kind of sports theyexpected to watch sissies play. Didn’t they know we weren’t good at sports?So what were we expected to do in a giant plexi-glass octagon? When I sawDirk standing in the middle of the cage wearing a referee’s uniform I beganto get some idea. Lola wasn’t so much holding my hand anymore as she wasdragging me towards the ring…her face had gone blank, impassive. I wouldhave preferred anger, at least that has some warmth to it…”GOOOOOOOD EEEEEEEEVENING, FIGHT FANS!” Dirk bellows into a microphone, hisvoice amplified and coming at us in surround sound. “Have we got a show foryou tonight! Live via pay per view, the first online sissy fight of theHAROOOOOOOOW HOOOOOOOOUSE!” I looked up and noticed the cameras surroundingthe rim of the octagon, as well as several on motorized tracks above thestage. They’d be able to get every angle…zoom in on every nook andcranny…and get my face so crystal clear and in High Def…no amount ofsurgery would hide my identity for long….for the first time since I wassent down to the Basement I felt the fear of exposure. Everyone wouldknow…my friends…my extended family…my ex girlfriends…they would allsee what I had become. I felt the knot in the pit of my stomach tighteninto a noose…and the pressure in my sissy sack swell more than ever. Iwas a sick little sissy…I stepped…or more accurately, was pushed up the steps and inside theoctagon. The cage closed behind me and I instinctively backed away fromher, my hands moving to cover my breasts and sissy clit, proving entirelyto small for one and overkill for the other…I feel the cold clear wallagainst my back, I knew I had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. I’d have towait this out and see where it led…even if all signs pointed straight toHell… “Now you already know the first rule of Sissy Fight Club, fightfans! Tell EEEEEVERYONE about SISSY FIGHT CLUB! And rule number 2? TellEEEEEVERYONE about SISSY FIGHT CLUB! This is a pay-per-view after all, andwe want the largest audience possible.” Largest…audience…possible…Iwanted to die…or at least do my make up…”Rule number 3 of Sissy Fight Club, the first sissy to pin the other in athree count or make the other tap out, wins! The prize? She gets to dowhatever she wants with the loser for an uninterrupted hour of purefuckening! Beat that on any other site!” Dirk turned away from the mike fora second to sweeten the pot, whispering “And she also gets to spend thenight with me in a warm cozy bed with my warm cozy cock snuggled up insideher cunt.” I met eyes with Lola, and realized why she was so eerilycalm. She wanted to win. It didn’t matter that she spent almost everynight in Dirk’s cozy bed and with his cozy cock…she wanted more. I can’tsay as I blamed her, but I hoped she would blame me taking her to themat. I also hoped I’d figure out how to do that in the next ten seconds,because that’s how long Dirk was counting down before the match began…”ONE!” I barely registered the word when I felt an explosion in my softstomach as Lola drove her shoulder into me with a flying lunge. The air wasforced from me in an anguished gasp, the pain hit my head like a freighttrain, derailing it and leaving me helpless to respond. I was pinnedagainst the glass like some exotic butterfly, paralyzed with pain andindecision…and Lola was just getting warmed up…”And Belle kisses the floor like it was her boyfriend as Lola executes apicture perfect back flip. Lola comes from the mean streets of Mexico City,and Belle is used to resting on the pampered pillows of this very estate,so she has a long, hard road ahead of her if she hopes to best heropponent. But if there’s one thing I know about Belle…she loves it LONGand HARD!” Dirk was getting into his role as announcer/ref, which hardlysurprised me…he was a bombastic asshole, it was one of his best traitreally, and it made him a natural to jovially announce my true identity toa viewing public of perverted voyeurs. But in a way, he did me afavor…knowing I was exposed…well beyond the fact that I was completelynude of course…it made me realize my reputation was on the line. And ifmy legacy was to be a sissy gladiator, then I wanted to be a champion…I took the pain covering my body like a poisoned blanket and I soaked itup, pulling it into a tight ball of rage and waiting to unleash it all onLola in one decisive strike. Luckily for me, she had already counted meout, taking her time to walk over to my pitiful prone frame. She wasplaying to the cameras, striking a pose as she sauntered over to me,confident she would have no trouble in finishing me off. I held my breath,waiting until she lunged toward me, and then I rolled out of the way,sending her crashing into the hard mat, with me following fast behind,driving my shoulder into her back and hearing her cry out in astonishedagony. “I don’t believe it, the worm has turned, and Lola is in danger ofbeing turned out. But can Belle press the advantage?” Maybe if I pressedthe advantage, if I followed through with my plan of attack and turned herover, pinning her before she could recover…but maybes don’t bring you thehoney…they just sting…Lola didn’t flinch, the moment I relaxed my grip she threw me off of her ina display of overwhelming strength…or at least a display of averagestrength which completely overwhelmed a weakling like me. She was on me ina second, her knees crushing my thighs, pinning my legs down…her left armfinding mine and bringing it crashing down to the mat. All I had free wasmy right arm, desperately thrashing, trying to avoid hers as they dancedwith each other passionately. I thought that if I only I could keep my armfree, maybe I would have a chance, maybe she would get impatient, make amistake, maybe I’d have a chance to win, to prove I was the bettersissy…but then she played dirty…”UH OH…it looks like Belle is in serious trouble. Lola has he in one ofher patented lip locks. And what sissy would want to break out of that?”Her kisses were urgent, hungry, I thought she might keep my tongue shesucked on it so hard and if nothing else was bruised by the end of thisfight, I’m sure my lips would be. I felt like I’d been hit with ahaymaker…my head was swimming and I couldn’t think of a single reason topush her off me now. Her breasts crushed against mine, our hard nipplesrubbing against each other with fiery friction…her cock was hard andgrowing harder against my soft stomach…and I wanted it inside me…herfingers interlaced with mine as she held my hand lovingly against the matand pinned my tongue down with her own for a “ONE…TWO…THREE!”count. When she finally freed my limbs, they instinctively wrapped aroundher, my legs encircling her hips and my hands running through her luxuriousblack hair, pulling her mouth into mine forgetting for the moment that Ihad just lost…it felt so much like winning. The moment didn’t last…”Well I can’t say much for the match, fight fans, but you fuck fans are infor a treat. This is Belle’s first time in the octagon, and Lola just lovesto pound a sissy after she’s just finished pounding her! Isn’t that right,Lola?” She gave him a big ‘si’ by breaking our kiss and almost breaking myneck after she stood up and dragged me by my hair up to her hard throbbingsissy sausage. I could hear the crowd explode into applause, then Iremembered there was no crowd and I realized it must the be the roar of theblood rushing to my head.As disgusted as I was with myself for being exposed online and losing mydebut match in a phenomenally pathetic fashion, I couldn’t help but beturned on my the depravity of it all. Just when I thought I’d gone as lowas I could, I find out that the pit in my stomach is bottomless. So it waswith a simmering sense of shame, that I closed my eyes and closed my lipsaround Lola’s spongy cock-head… “NO!” A slap knocks the lust from my eyesand leaves them teeming with tears. Lola’s expression turns dark as shespits out, “Tu have to ask por favor first.””suh suh Sorry, Lola…” and as ridiculous as it sounded, it was true. Iwas sorry I lost and failed to prove I was the best sissy. I was sorry Ilost my head and started giving head before asking permission. And I wassorry that everyone and my grandma was going to see it streaming live. Ifelt guilty from every angle I looked at it, and I didn’t know which viewwas the right and which was askew. So I did what I always do when I’mconfused, I obeyed…”May I pretty pleez suck your cock? Uhm por favor?”She took advantage of my open mouth, answering in the affirmative bythrusting her cock down my throat, making me sputter and gag. “That’s michica…take mami’s cock…get it nice and wet for your tight littleculo…” Her voice was almost musical, as if she were serenading me. Herdominant side was on display and I could tell she was really getting intothe role…whether it was for the benefit of the audience at home or forDirk or maybe even for me, I couldn’t tell. What I did know was that thelast time I had my throat fucked like that, it was her boyfriend doing thepounding. She wasn’t quite as impressively endowed as her Master, but shewas no slouch in the sissy clit department. I had just managed to get herentire length down my throat, and the lack of oxygen and sheersubmissiveness of the act was making me tingle all over, all the way downto my throbbing clit. I didn’t know how I would be able to endure much moreof this. I felt like any second I’d burst a blood vessel and cum wouldstart spewing from every orifice in a gooey geyser. And then, of course,things got worse…”Hey, chica, I want to see you play with your clit forme. Go on, show me how horny I make you.”I whimpered and moaned and drooled on her dick as it slid in and out of mythroat, every vein pulsing against my throat sending a sympathetic signaldown to my little nub, telling it to spurt all over myself. But aninvisible membrane stretched impossibly thin prevented my release, bringingtears of shame and frustration to my eyes which Lola considerately wipedaway with her hot cum. “You leave that on there now, puta. I like my slutsto wear makeup.” An orgasm imploded inside me, like cramps of pleasurewracking my body. I looked up at her pleadingly, nursing on her beautifulbronzed balls, hoping she would see the hunger in my eyes and let mecum. She saw it alright…she just didn’t care…”WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Now that’s a sticky way to start her fight career, andBelle’s suffering is just beginning. I can see Lola’s love stick rising tothe occasion, ready for the sloppy second round. And would you look atthis? Belle is already on all fours, ass waving hello in the air. Herbottom bunk bitch instinct must have kicked in, because she’s offering herpussy up like it’s tax deductible.” I tried to hide my blushingcheeks…well the parts you could see the through the cum, but with as manycameras as were surrounding me, it was a futile fight. So as usual, Isurrendered…licking my lips and blowing a kiss to the camera as Dirkcontinued making his dumb jock jokes at my expense. Once I got into therole of the reluctant but ultimately wanton whore, it was easier to thinkof my self disgust as character motivation, and the painful pressure in myloins as method acting. And when Lola pulled my soft buttocks apart withher strong hands and rubbed her cock in between my ass cleavage, I wasn’tas worried about being humiliated any more…I just wanted her inside me.”Pleez…por favor…pretty pleez…fuck me…” I looked up at her withtears in my eyes, pleading to be penetrated. I didn’t have to beg…nothingin the world would have stopped Lola from spraying her seed deep inside myass…but I know it’s what they wanted to hear. I regretted itimmediately…well almost immediately…nothing can take away from the puresatisfaction of hot flesh filling my pussy. It made me feel…whole. Ofcourse, it also pushed down my cum button and sent my body into orgasmoverload only to be painfully blocked at the moment of climax. I wasstarting to realize why no sissy had ever volunteered for this treatmentbefore….it was unbearable. Only now, I had no choice but to bear it…andI was entirely at their mercy. Of course, they didn’t have any.”Now ladies and gentleman, I don’t double as referee and announcer here atSissy Fight Club for the health plan.” I turned my head to see Dirkundressing his body glowing under the lights, like a pornographic angel. Heknelt behind Lola, taking her cantaloupe sized…and cantaloupe sweetbuttocks in his thick mitts and spreading them wide, then ramming into herwith savage force. I yelped as he drove her deeper into me with everythrust, until I was half convinced he pushed all the way through her andinto me.”OOH PAPI! That’s it…make me the carne in a sissy sandwich!” Lola waslost in her lust filled fog, dick dumbed and cum crazed, thrusting her hipsin time with Dirk, hitting my sweet spot with alarming accuracy. It waslike an avalanche was crashing down on me, growing more and more powerfulas it rolled downhill from Dirk’s dick to Lola’s luscious ass and from hersissy clit to my tight pussy until I was crushed under the weight ofpleasure. But no matter how hard I was pushed into the mat by thecollective power of their hard fuck…no matter how sweetly Lola twisted myachingly hard nipples or groped my soft breasts…no matter how sweetly shesucked on my neck or nibbled on my shoulder…I…COULD…NOT…CUM…Finally, in a moment of desperation, I begged…”Have pitié…I can notcum wizout permission…pleeez Lola…tell me I can cum!” I looked up intoher eyes hoping for a hint of kindness behind the mask of furiouslust…one I hoped was mostly for the benefit of the cameras. I was lookingvery closely, wearing my own desperation and vulnerability naked on myface, practically oozing it…so I got a very good look at the glob of spitthat hit my face in response…”Losers don’t get to cum, putaaaaAAAAAHHHHIIIIIEEEEE!” Lola let out asavage war cry as she filled my guts with cum. My busted capillaries soakedup every last d**ggy drop sending the usual dopey dreamy rush to my head,only this time without the profound release…leaving me clutching to thefloor as it spun faster and faster, making me worry I’d be thrown fromorbit. My entire body felt like it had been crammed into a cock cage afteringesting a bottle of Viagra. As I lie twitching on the mat, Lola wastriumphantly making out with her Master, claiming her prize proudly for allthe world to see. A sick, scary thought crossed my mind…at least it madefor great footage…the tears would look especially pitiful when the mixedwith the cum caking my cheeks. I swore to myself that I’d show them acomeback story next time.My ears were ringing…it almost sounded like the alarm…”And that soundsignals the end of our show for today folks. Thanks for watching, and don’tforget the first and second rule of Sissy Fight Club…tell EEEEEEVERYONEABOUT SISSY FIGHT CLUB!” The stage lights dimmed and Dirk nudged me withhis foot. “That means get your ass up and hit the showers, Belle. We’ll letyou out of doing chores today, because let’s face it, you probably can’teven lift a sponge after that. So get cleaned up and turn in early.”I nodded meekly and struggled to my feet, determined to show I still hadsome strength left in my limbs. And so it was on rubbery, faltering legsthat I made my way to the showers and then collapsed under a spray,wondering if I’d ever go more than a day without sobbing in the showers. Atleast I was able to avoid the other gurls, they were all off on theirchores when I tucked myself into my cot, slipping into u*********sness inmoments, telling myself tomorrow would be better, even as I worried thingscould always get worse…In my dreams I was back in the field, and at first I was relieved to see itwas back in full bloom, but as I was skipping merrily through the grove, Iheard a metallic click upon stepping on a patch of grass. Suddenly clearwalls popped out from the ground forming an octagon. I ran from wall towall trying to find an exit, but there was no opening…and the walls wereclosing in…tighter and tighter until I couldn’t breathe…I tried toscream, but I couldn’t find the air…and then…Whensday…I woke up shaking the webs of my nightmare from my head and bounded out ofbed with a spring in my step. It was a new day, and a new chance to provemyself. And I figured that I wouldn’t have to wrestle anytime soon. Andwith my last match ending so quickly, maybe I wouldn’t be wrestling everagain. As humiliating as that would be, I was half way hoping I wouldn’t begiven another chance to fail so miserably. These were the thoughts thatsped me along through breakfast and towards my lesson with Dirk. I wasthinking of the best way to apologize, but his toothy grin derailed mytrain of thought.”Great news, Belle. You’re a star! We had our best replay ratings of anymatch we’ve ever had. I thought people would feel ripped off that the fightwas so pitifully short, but apparently pitiful sells. So we’ve got arematch lined up for you today.” I managed a meek whimper I hoped wouldsound enthusiastic while inwardly I was filled with dread.So much for my solemn vow to prove victorious in my next bout. I wasalready throwing in the cum rag before I stepped in the ring. Even theusually oblivious Dirk noticed my lack of morale, giving me a hard swatduring my stretches that left me screeching. “HEY! You better not bethinking of losing again! Because whatever happens in the ring, you betterbe giving it your all until the final bell. That’s what your fans pay tosee, and from the comments left on your video, you have a lot of fans fromyour old school.” I gritted my teeth and threw myself into my exercises,furious with Dirk for needling me about my old life and even more furiouswith myself for giving up without a fight.So it was with a spirit of determined desperation that I went to my nextlesson, begging my faceless instructor, “Pleez! Can you give me somezing tomake me a better fighter? I am weeling to do anyzing to win zis next matchwiz Lola!””Ah…Dirk has wrangled you into wrestling in his Sissy Fight Club, has he?He’s an enterprising young man, I’ll give him that. But I’m afraid I can’thelp you. I’m not allowed to give you sissies any combat skills, forobvious reasons.” I felt guilty just for asking, and even more firmlyconvinced of the futility of fighting against a sissy in a weight classabove me. That is, until he said, “But more importantly, you already haveeverything you need to beat her. I’m sure she is stronger than you, in factother than Isabella, she is doubtlessly the physically strongest sissy inThe Basement. So ask yourself this…why is she Contessa’s bitch?” Thegears in my head started turning, but I couldn’t get any traction. Still Iknew there was something there…something I could use to win…”But fornow, I want you to close your eyes and count backwards from 100…I havesome acting lessons to give you that will come in handy when you go pro.” Inodded obediently and closed my eyes, hoping I’d wake up with the answer……I woke up with just as many questions as before, and when my instructortold me it was time to go, I had to peel myself from the chair and taketiny, deliberate steps out into the hall. Every step was one step closer tohumiliation and defeat…unless I could figure out why Lola was Contessa’sbitch. Before I got one step out into the hall, she had already taken myhand in hers, saying, “Hola, chica…let’s vamanos. Master es waiting.”Looking up at her didn’t help boost my confidence. She was bigger than me,stronger than me, and stronger too. Everything about her advertised herpassionate appetite, from her wavy untamed raven locks..her hungry eyes andhungrier lips, perpetually wet from her running her tongue over them…herlarger than life figure, a bronzed Barbie clearly built for sex…and Godhelp anyone that got between her and a hard cock. So how was I supposed tobeat her? There’s no way I could pin her…I didn’t have the musclepower. I was even smaller than Contessa, and she was a tiny littlething…and that’s when it hit me…Contessa was strong for her size, that much was true, but with Lola’s sizeadvantage, she should never have been able to overpower her. So there wasonly way she could have forced her to be her bitch even though they were ofequal standing as kept sissies…she hurt her. I’m sure Lola must have hurtContessa more than Lola hurt her, but Contessa could take it…and Lolaobviously couldn’t. She must have outlasted her and dominated her when shehad nothing left to fight back, hurting her in a way she would rememberevery time she was about to talk back. The question was, could I do thesame? Lola stopped me right before the entrance to the gym, saying, “Iwasn’t to say lo siento before we go in, chica. If I’m going to topyesterday’s performance, I’m gonna have to get muy loco on your ass.” Ijust looked up at her and smiled sweetly…of course I could…because Ihad no choice.My mind raced, almost it was out of breath before it reached the finishline, but I had my plan. I slinked over to Master Dirk and made a humblerequest before the match started. “Master Dirk, pardonnez-moi for beingpresumptuous, but eef you want ze match to last longer zan last time, maybewe could make eet a capitulation match?” At first Dirk looked annoyed thatI had even dared to speak to him, but I could see the idea slowly work itsway through his brain, finally reach his mouth and spreading it into a widegrin.”GOOOOOOOD EEEEEEEEVENING FIIIIIIIGHT FANS! Have we got a match for youtonight…our newcummer, the blushing Belle, has challenged her opponent toa SUUUUUUUBMISSION MATCH! That’s right, no count outs, no bell to saveBelle. The first sissy to tap out or cry mercy loses. So, has Belle got atrick up her cunt, or does she just love submitting? Let the cuntestantstake places and we’ll find out in 10…9…8…” As he counted down, Iasked myself the same question…was I really trying to win this fight? Ordid I just want to make losing that much more humiliating? I pushed thethought out of my mind…I’d have my answer in 3…2…1…Lola was on me like greased lightening, spearing me in my still-soreshoulder and driving me into the mat. She didn’t give me a second to think,taking my ankle and twisting it at an acutely agonizing angle. Abloodthirsty b**st gnawed my ankle with fangs dripping with pain…Iscreamed like a dying bird, thrashing helplessly as pain overwhelmed mynervous system. Had I been beaten so soon? “Has Belle been beaten so soon?Lola has her firmly locked in an ankle hold, will she set a new record forsubmission today? Is Belle poised to become a Hall of Fame failure?”No…no I would not…I twisted my body towards her grip, using the momentum to free my ankle andpull my leg away from her grip. She must have been just as surprised as me,because she paused, unsure of what to do next…but I knew exactly what todo…I sprang back lunging for her arm, which was still hanging in mid air,and pinning it behind her back, twisting it painfully while staying out ofher long reach. “Sorry, Fuck Fans, it looks like we might just have to sitthrough a fight today after all. But what a fight…Belle has turned thetables on Lola and has her arm pinned. Will Lola submit? Or can sheoverpower the itty bitty Belle?” I wished he wouldn’t have encouraged her,because that’s exactly what she did…taking her free arm and driving herelbow into my ribs, making me loosen my grip so she could free her arm.And just as quickly, she was leaping for me, her face contorted into afright mask of rage. I did what any brave warrior would in thatsituation…I scurried backwards until I could get onto my feet and then Iran in circles backwards, staying out of reach as she hurled obscenities atme. “PUTA! COWARD! WEAKLING! LUCHA ME!” I must have lapped that octagontwenty times, feeling Dirk’s eyes boring into me, his disgust and disdainhanging palpably in the air along with the heat of Lola’s fury. But Iwaited, maintaining my breathing thanks to my exercises, and waiting untilI heard “CHINGAS TU huff huff MADR-” and just like that, I was on her likea second skin, knocking what little air she had left out of her with aflying tackle and taking her head between my thighs and squeezing for dearlife.”OOOOOH MY GOD! DID YOU SEE THAT, FIGHT FANS? BELLE JUST FLOATED LIKE ABUTTERFLY AND STUNG LIKE A BEEYOCH! Lola is trapped between Belle’s thighs,which second to her sissy pussy, is a sissy’s strongest muscles! Can shehope to escape?” She couldn’t…I could tell from the look of resignationin her eyes. She knew she wasn’t going to endure this for much longer andshe didn’t see a way out. I decided to help her make up her mind andreached behind me and twisted her nipples like I wanted them for asouvenir…it didn’t take long after that for her hand to hit the mat. “DOYOU BELIEVE IN MIRACLES?! BELLE WINS! BELLE WINS! BELLE WINS!” I through myarms up in victory, letting Dirk lift me up so the cameras could capture myecstatic expression. Far from being embarrassed at the idea of everyone Iknew seeing this, I was proud…in that moment, I felt like a winner…achampion…the perfect sissy…Lola looked up at me in disbelief, as if she was trying to figure out who Iwas and why I looked so much like the subby little sissy at the bottom ofthe food chain. I saw her eyes get cloudy with that familiar look of beinglost in a fog of lust, ready to surrender everything to me. I was just asconfused as her…I didn’t know who she was looking at, but it wasn’tme. Sure, I won…and it felt good to prove my strength…but that justmade me want to surrender it all the more. It’s easy to surrender when youhave no choice, when you’re actually giving up something…that’s a trueslave. I had her for an hour, and all I could think to do with her waswhimper, “I’m sorry I hurt you, Lola…maybe vous would feel better if youfucked ze cum out of my pazetic little sissy clit.” And just like that, sherecognized me again…It was a strange sort of victory, on the one hand, I proved I could outlastLola, and I was finally going to get to cum after an unthinkable dearth oftwo days. On the other hand, I won the right to willingly be debased anddominated, and now everyone out in cyberland knew it. Of course that led tothe usual cocktail of giddy guilt and panting pride…and I wasn’t surewhich one I loved to hate more, but I was sure where I belonged, on myknees begging, “Pleez, baisez-moi! Baisez-moi fucking hard!”Lola didn’t leave me waiting long…as soon as the words were out of mymouth they were replaced with her cock instead, letting me lovingly lube itup for my hungry cunt. Her flavors danced on my tongue, a slight tang withan aftertaste of some mango body oil, I could nurse on her for days…but Ididn’t have days. She laughed as she saw me shake my ass, letting theundulating ripples serve as an eager invitation. Punctual as ever, Lolamoved behind me, spreading me slowly…letting me feel every vein and ridgeof her throbbing clit…her breasts crushed against my back, reminding methat it was a sissy I was submitting to…her lips tracing along myspine…sending sweltering chills as she planted wet sucking kisses alongmy neck, my pulse racing on her tongue…until she finally reached my ears,her lips latched onto my delicate lobes and her tongue flicking lewdlyinside them…waiting until her fat clit-head crushed against my sissy spotto whisper, “Cum for me, mi bonita…” And with that 48 excruciatingly longhours, 286 almost unendurable minutes, 17, 160 screeching boiler ready toexplode seconds finally ended in a sticky shower of celebration. My bodyseized as it attempted to understand the profound sensations roaringthrough it at the speed of squirt, but that was like an ant trying totranslate the language of God…the most I could manage was to bask in itsincomprehensible beauty…eventually the moment passed and I could breatheagain…and then things got really good…”Alright FUCK FANS, I know you all want to see me spit roast this sissy,and if you don’t, then start your own sissy fighting league!” I certainlywasn’t going to argue. A sticky secret fantasy of mine since I started downthe slippery slope of sissydom was to be double teamed by two studs…andif one of the studs was a sissy, all the better. My throat felt hot and rawand my pussy exposed and ultra-sensitive and every thrust of Dirk’s dickpushed me deeper onto Lola’s clit, and every time her silky soft hipscrashed into my well cushioned ass it drove me Dirk’s hard gluts. I wasgetting seesawed until it was like there was one fat cock inside me and Iwas being pulled back and forth on it.Of course that illusion was delightfully shattered when Dirk pulled out andannounced, “Alright, Fuck Fans, it’s time to tag out and switch holes! Butfirst…NNNH” at first I thought he slapped me in the face, but it was justthe force of his seed exploding onto me point blank. Lola didn’t needanymore prompting, she followed suit, filling my guts and filling me withthat ooey gooey orgasm overdrive. I thrashed on the floor like a dying fishas Lola and Dirk sucked face above me, Lola stroking him back to hardnessand Dirk squeezing her breasts and rubbing her nipples with his coarsethumbs until her clit was hard and dripping. And almost faster than I couldsay, “Pleez…por favor…pretty pleez with a cerise on top…fuck my sissychatte and bouche!” I’m not sure how fluent they were, but they seemed tospeak sissy slut well enough to stuff both of my holes…”Go on, Belle, show all the nice people at home what a filthy whore youare. Cum again and again. Cum until you run dry!” Dirk gave me all thepermission I needed, and so the next hour past in slow motion and was overin an instant…like a waking wet dream…or a car accident. I wasn’t ahuman anymore…not even a sissy…Hell, I wasn’t even a fuck pig. I was aclusterfuck of orgasms, exploding against one another wetly, the searingheat momentarily agonizing and then obliterating me with pleasure escort tuzla so pure,it could be classified as a controlled substance. My brain brain finallycaught up and was able to process all the wet smacking sounds, the muskyfloral fragrances, the meaty male tastes with a hint of sissy sweetness,the sights of the hedonistic tableau, and the stretched to the limit andloving it feelings. And once I could think, all I could think about washitting that next peak and exploding again…I only needed a few moreminutes…and then the bell rang…With a wet plop and a wetter whimper they pulled out of me. I should haveremembered the first rule of show business. Always leave the audiencewanting more…still, they did give me a sticky encore. Covering myupturned face with ropes of the jism. I looked almost like angelic when itcaught the light…but then it was a short lived illusion as it hit myeyes, leaving me blind and sticky until I felt Lola’s lascivious tonguelapping it up. My skin tingled against her tongue and I squirmed in hersoft hands…by the time she had me completely clean I’d never feltdirtier, and when stuck her tongue in my panting mouth to feed me the rest,I tasted what the breakfast of champions truly meant. Our tongues wrestledto fight over every last drop, and when there was none left to fight over,I let her win…pinning my tongue down as he kissed me passionately. ButDirk pulled her off of me by the hair, reminding her cruelly who the realwinner was, “What do you think you’re doing, Lola? The cameras stoppedrolling. That means you go spend the night with the rest of the sissieswhile I take Belle up to my room to snuggle. And don’t you dare pout…Ilost a cool five grand on you today and I’m going to get every dollar’sworth tomorrow night.”I looked at Lola over Dirk’s shoulder as he carried me away, feeling sorryfor her and a little guilty that she had to pay the price for myreward…but not so guilty that I didn’t snuggle up closer to Dirk’s strongchest, resting my head in the crook between his neck and shoulder and halfdozing as he took me through the halls and up and out of the basement. Ibarely noticed Dale as we passed, but judging from his slack jawedexpression, he noticed me just fine. I couldn’t resist giving him a littlewink. For as much fun as he had humiliating me back when I was still almosta man, I figured I’d earned the right to tease him now that I was a dropdead sexy sissy and he’d half to wait 2 more years before he turned 21 andcould get a taste of my sweet honeypot.I was exhausted when we got to Dirk’s room, which looked more like ahunter’s den for all the poor a****l heads he had cruelly hung on hiswall. Still there was something about his predatory nature that made mewant to offer him my throat and I gave no resistance when he tossed me ontohis king size bed and covered me in his tiger skin blanket. Over the nexthow ever many hours, he proved to me that his endurance was more than thematch of my appetite, and I felt like I was bagged, stuffed, and mountedlike a trophy by the time I fell asleep in his arms, and with his bestfeature still nestled inside me.In my dream the field had turned to a veldt, and I lay with a lion, pettinghis soft fur. Suddenly, he turned on me, pinning me to the ground andlunging for my throat with his dripping fangs…I woke up smiling…Hersday.I woke up in Dirk’s arms, and I wriggled against him, feeling him grow hardinside me. I squeezed down on him and rotated my hips, using his cock as asex toy, unable to cum, but getting oh so close, and knowing it would be awelcome wake up call for him. I feel him throbbing against my love button,sending his love into me, filling me up to the point of bursting, but notbeyond. In my frenzied state, I dared hope he’d wake up and give me mymorning workout there and then, but when he finally stirred, he just made ahalfhearted grunt, and lazily pulled me up and down on his cock a few timesand then unleashed inside me with a sigh. “Morning, Belle. Whew, thanks forthe wake up call. Now be a dear and go eat your breakfast. You’ve got a bigday ahead of you. You can skip our workout today, trust me you’ll getplenty of exercise. Just head off to your relaxation lessons and then waitfor me then pick out your sexiest maid outfit. You’re going pro today.”I nodded meekly, but inside I was filled with questions I didn’t dare toask. Who was it going to be? What was I going to wear…and what would hewant me to do? Was I ready…did I want to be? Why couldn’t I get rid ofthis bottomless pit of worry in my stomach? The tension and fear followedme through my breakfast and my quick shower. I pinned all my hopes on mymysterious menor, hoping he would be able to teach me something that wouldgive me the confidence I needed to get through my first official time as asissy whore.”You look nervous, Belle, let me guess, you are worried about your firsttime going pro today. Well don’t worry. With your training, you’ll be morethan ready. In fact, today I only have a few minor odds and ends to teachyou, really just tying up loose ends. The truth is, there’s not much more Ican teach you, and unless you need some extremely specific training for anespecially demanding client, we likely won’t meet again. So if you’d like,before you close your eyes, I’ll let you ask me one question.”I didn’t know what to think. I had so many questions, and all I reallywanted to ask was for him to be here everyday for me to come sit in hischair and hear his dulcet tones. But I put all selfish thoughts aside andanother question surfaced, one that had been nagging me but that I’d beento timid to ask. Since this might have been my last time to see him, Idecided it was now or never, asking, “I don’t mean to be impolite, but zishas been bozering moi. Are you happy? Because you have geeven me so much,but I zink it would be very difficile for you to teach yourself. Who givesyou all zese wonderful feelings?””I…I’m afraid there isn’t a good answer for that, Belle. But…thank youfor asking. I’ll miss our lessons very much…and I wish you goodluck. Now, please, close your eyes and count down from one hundred.” Iclosed my eyes and started counting, hoping he was wrong and that thiswouldn’t be the last time I heard his voice.When I woke up he was gone. I just knew it. He was never in the room withme before either, but I could feel his presence then. It was only when hefinally left me alone that I’d noticed the difference. But in a way, it wasbetter…he had placed his complete and total confidence in me, and I knewI wasn’t going to let him down. I raced to wardrobe and found my row,finally deciding on a bag reading F-XXX. I knew I had found the rightone…It was all rubber and latex of course, from the skintight white “stockings”to the shiny black belt/skirt with a second layer of white ruffledrubber. There where no panties of any sort, which I supposed was just aswell as I wasn’t going to keep them on for long anyway. The top consistedof the cutest black corset with a white apron design stenciled on thefront. My breasts were left fully exposed and fully accessibility, leavingno illusion what sort of household duties I was hired for. The outfit wascompleted with a plastic white bonnet that was curved in the front. I waspretty sure I knew what it was supposed to catch. Well almost completeanyway…at the bottom of the bag was a container of cherry flavored lube,and I decided that it would probably be a good idea to add it to myensemble, squirting the entire bottle directly up my ass in preparation forwhat was to cum. I paced impatiently waiting for the alarm that would tellme where to go, and when I finally heard it, I raced over to room 104, notsure what I’d find there…What I found was Dirk standing in front of the door with a big sissy-eatinggrin on his face. “I’ve got a surprise for you, Belle. I knew you might beworried about your first time as a sissy whore, so I found some clients youshould be comfortable with…some of your old friends!” I couldn’tbreathe…I felt like I’d just been punched in the stomach…Dirk kepttalking, but I only caught garbled fragments, as if I was hearing him fromunderwater…”saw you on the pay per view and…” I tried to calm down,tried to breathe…”of course I guess they wouldn’t call themselves your’friends’ exactly, but…” I knew this would happen eventually, but Iavoided thinking about it, waiting to deal with it when the time finallycame. I never thought it would be so soon… “Of course it should havetipped me off when there were four of them. No way you had four wholefriends in high school. Then they mentioned picking on you and…” Butready or not, the time had come. And I knew I had to rise to the occasion,or more likely, lower myself to it…”don’t want you disappointingme. You’ll do what they say and you’ll do it enthusiastically, understand?”I couldn’t fail now, not after working so hard…”I won’t disappoint vous, Master. You have moi promesse.” I said it withall the solemnity a sissy in a French fuck maid outfit can muster and thensome as I walk through the door, my head held low, determined to be thebest sissy I could be. What I saw as the door closed and bolted behind meput my determination to the test. The walls were covered with a brickfacade, complete with filthy graffiti befitting a ghetto. The floor washard cement, adorned with used condoms and syringes and assorted filth toadd to the ‘fantasy’ of a back alley rendezvous. In the middle of the rooma bare, stained mattress lay, surrounded by four of my worst nightmares.Brad Bentley, a spoiled shit poured into a sculpture of Adonis, naturallyperfect tan, teeth, and physique…devastating blue eyes, and features thatwould give Michelangelo a woody…the BMOC of Templeton High, the mostexclusive private school in the state and one bearing my great great greatgrandfather’s name, a fact of which Brad never tired of reminding me whenhe ‘bumped’ into me in the halls. His faithful henchman, Harold Hunt, ahulking terror that confused obesity with manliness and never missed anopportunity to throw his ‘weight’ around…still I had to admit hisfeatures had a certain Bacchanalian appeal, with his bright green greedyeyes and his luscious lusty lips. On the other side of the bed, his handsalready down his pants, was Nathan ‘Nuthouse’ Needlemeyer, a Boo Radleylooking motherfucker that only stayed out of Bellvue out of the grace ofhis father’s pocketbook. He was the kind of k** that played ‘doctor’ withthe neighborhood cats, and grew up into a gray-eyed, fleshy nightmare who’sfeatures disappeared into a potato headed blob of too much ‘pedigreeinterbreeding’. Peeking behind him was the ‘runt’ of the group…standingonly five foot nine inches, Gareth Grayson more than made up for his sizedifference in cruelty, his features perpetually turned up into a disgustedsneer, as if constantly disappointed in all that creation had to offer tohim. All four were naked, and their cocks were rising to attention as theysaw me quivering in front of them. I managed to whimper, “Allo, monsieurs,eet is my pleasure to serve you.””Oh my, what have we here? Is this really all that’s left of THE ByronTempleton III?” Brad spat out every syllable of my old name like it waspoison. He made his way over to me, his eyes roaming hungrily over my body,and when he reached me, his hands followed suit…”Hurr hurr hurr pant pant I don’t know, Brad…it looks like Belle has moreto offer than Byron ever did. She looks smack good enough to eat huffhuff.” Harold hadn’t even crossed the room and he was already out ofbreath. I could tell I was going to have to do all the work with him, andthe thought of it didn’t disgust me as much as I’d hoped it would. Ofcourse that might have had something to do with Brad’s powerful handsmauling my breasts or the way he stifled my desperate moans with hisforceful kiss.”Little fucking whore, she’s hardly even blushing,” Boo…I mean Nathancrossed the room and eased up behind me…he looked at me like I wassomething he’d avoid stepping on to keep his shoes clean, but his cockseemed to like me fine at least seven inches, nothing to write home about,but beggars can’t be choosers. And as humiliating as this was, I was readyto beg them to fuck my brains out so I wouldn’t have to thinks aboutit. Suddenly, a thunderclap of pain struck by soft buttocks as Nathan’shands crashed down from both sides. “There…now her cheeks are properlyred.” I should have cried out at this treatment or cursed his name, but allI did was pull my mouth away from Brad’s, turning my head so he could crushmy plump lips against his thin grimace in a hateful kiss.”Fuck yeah, show that bitch who’s boss…fuck yeah…” Gareth was clearlyenjoying the show, stroking his decidedly unruntlike cock furiously as hewatched me writhe between his friends, feeling their cocks rub against mysoft skin and getting dizzy as they fought over possession of my sweetlips, pulling me painfully by the hair and jerking me from mouth tomouth. Maybe I should have resented the rough treatment, but I could havekissed them for it…and did. Every second their mouths were clamped overmine was a second they weren’t laughing about the good old days. Everyspanking, hair pulling, or lip biting moment of pain, was one step furtherfrom sanity, into a sublime sissy stupor.So of course Brad had to break a heart breakingly heavy kiss and remember,”Oh shit! I almost forgot! We were supposed to make her beg first!” Hedrops me to the ground and I look up pleadingly as all four of themsurround me, sneering and stroking, but I see no pity in their eyes. Mymoney protected me from them before, they knew I’d have them expelled ifthey so much as gave me a wedgie. But now…now there was nothing to stopthem from doing whatever they wanted to me, and nothing I could do to stopmyself for begging for it.”I beg you!” I planted a wet kiss on Brad’s foot then suckle on each one ofhis toes…”Pleez!” I moved clockwise, giving Harold the sametreatment…”I beg of vous!” I felt a glob of spit it my face as I reachNathan’s feet…it felt slimy and scorchingly shameful…it felt like akiss…”Merci! May I have anozer?” I finally ended with Gareth, who asusual had to overcompensate, pushing my head to the floor with his foot andhaving me kiss the ground he walked on. The floor tasted bitter and Irealized that they allowed this room to remain dirty to complete the backalley ambiance. I kept my disgust to myself, a part of me worried I’dscream out in rage and horror at my once hallowed name being degraded likethis, but a much more persuasive part of me telling me that this wasexactly what a sissy deserved, and I felt oddly grateful for their abuseand was ready to beg for more. “Pleeze, I beg of you! I know I don’tdeserve it, but pleez fuck me like the salope I am!”As always, Brad spoke for the group, mercifully saying, “You know Byron,you don’t mind if I call you Byron do you? Where was I? Ah, you know Byron,as often as you used to remind us of how beneath you we were because ourdads were only multimillionaires instead of multibillionaires, we shouldjust leave you here in your own filth to think on how far you’vefallen. But unlike you, we know the value of a dollar, and we each spent10,000 of them to have you all night. So to start, you’re going to suck allof our cocks until you’re covered in our cum. Then we’re all going to fuckthat sweet ass of yours. And then we’ll dispense with the foreplay and getto the hardcore fun! So…SUCK!”I didn’t waste a second wondering how I got so lucky, and I started bytaking Brad’s slightly above average cock into my mouth and sucking on hissoft spongy head. I didn’t have time for romance but I wanted to show alittle flair so I rolled my tongue around his head and caught a drop ofpre-cum on the tip of my tongue in one deft motion. I marveled at thetaste, long grain rice and marscapone maybe, and moved onto the nextcock. Harold had as much girth around his cock as he did his belly, a fatsausage that about split my jaw to fit inside. On the other hand, it wasonly about six inches so fitting it down my throat was no problem, andspeaking of the other hand, one was busy jerking off Brad’s spit slickedcock, and the other was fondling Nathan’s balls to get him nice andready. I turned my head and started nursing on Nathan’s nuts, replacing myhand with my warm mouth and using my free hand to jerk off Harold. I feltlike a total whore, taking on three guys at once, wondering how I couldsink any lower. Well Gareth answered my question as I opened wide toswallow Nathan’s prick, shoving his thick cock in beside Nathan’s andstretching my mouth around two cock heads. It was all I could do to keepthem in there, and I wasn’t able to use much finesse. I drooled over theirdicks and ran my tongue between them, causing my chin to grow slick withspittle, making me look like the dick dumb ditz I was turning into. Andthat’s when things got hazy…Everything became a blur of slobbery slippery flesh and wet squelchingslaps…cocks were dangled just out of reach of my mouth, leaving melunging mindlessly, they were slid in between my heaving breasts, burningmy skin with sweltering shame and frustrating friction…they slapped mycheeks hard enough to make me see stars and hit the back of my throat hardenough to make me see past the firmament of stars into the secrets ofHeaven…they even ended up making lewd noises as they fucked my armpitswhen they couldn’t find another accessible crevice. I could almost make outone throbbing member from another, a tantalizing texture caressing mythroat, an overpowering aroma forcing its way down my throat, a phantomflavor tickling my taste buds…sure I could pick one out from the otherhere and there, but then a voice would come out of nowhere and I’d forgetif it was their cock I was sucking or if maybe they were the ones using myfull cheeks like a hot dog bun and frotting me until I was begging to befucked. “Bitch…cunt…slut…whore…trash…cum catcher, swallower,gargler, guzzler”, and every other possible variation…but the worst thingthey called me, the name that rang out no matter how deeply I dived intothe deep end to drown in dick…was “Byron.” No other name carried theweight of a legacy lost and a life squandered. No other insult could cut asdeeply as the truth of what a pathetic creature I was, and what a patheticcreature I had become. My only chance of salvation was to abandon Byron andhope Belle could save me, to find the pride in her humiliation that I couldnever achieve through Byron’s lack of accomplishments. And after an unknownperiod of time sucking and squelching, I was finally showered withpraises…That’s one of my favorite things about cum…well besides the taste, thesmell, and the way it cuddles lovingly against your skin…it’s honest. Nomatter how much abuse my old ‘friends’ hurled at me, no matter how hightheir lips curled or eyebrows arched, their cum told me I’d done a goodjob. And like a baptism, is cleansed my mind of all but the most profaneand impure thoughts, leaving me a wanton, hungry a****l, too far gone toeven beg for the release that made my sissy sac feel like it was going toburst into blissful bloody bits…all I could do was scoop as much of theircum off my tits and stomach and face and everywhere else and shovel it intomy greedy mewling mouth before someone said, “That’s enough…you’re justgoing to get dirty again so you can clean up after we’re done.” Brad was sodominant, so authoritative, the only one in the group that held a candle tomy Masters…it felt right to surrender to him…pure. Of course there wasa special thrill in submitting to the other foul and wretched creatures,something so eerily erotic about how unappetizing they were.Brad was the first to get hard…of course, so he was the one who claimedfirst dibs on my tight ass. He picked me up and tossed me on the filthymattress, eliciting a girlish squeal from me. I immediately got on allfours and spread my legs wide as I hiked up my heiny for easy access. Icooed as he slid effortlessly slid inside me, every nerve ending standingon edge, drinking in the silky smooth hardness of his tool, feeling thealready maddening pleasure percolating inside me start boiling over withevery incredible inch. I wanted to cum…needed to cum, but I didn’t wantto seem selfish, so I waited for Brad to give me permission and resistedthe just barely bearable urge to beg. As if reading my mind, or hearing mypathetic whimpers more likely, Brad finally said, “I’ll bet you want to cumpretty bad don’t you? Well if you want our permission, I think you shouldbe willing to offer something in return.””Anyzing, Monsieur Brad, Anyzing! I’ll…I’ll…well I don’t know, I’malready doing everyzing, aren’t I?” I must have looked a pretty picture asI milked his cock with my pussy and looked back with a porcelain fuck dollface scrunched up in the cutest look of confusion…”Heh heh…not EVERYTHING. No, what I want from you is more than you soobviously want to give anyway. Not your mouth or pussy or breasts, or evenyour arm pits, you filthy whore. I want your soul, and not this Disney pornprincess bit they’ve trained you to be. I want to hear from Byron. He canhave a faggy French accent, but he better be telling me about how much heused to wanted me to fuck him when he was still a man. For every secret ofyour past perversions you reveal, I’ll let you cum.”I wasn’t sure what to say…I knew I’d say whatever they wanted to hear ifit meant I got to cum, but I was at a loss. The truth was, before Isabellaseduced and sissified me, I’d never even thought of another guy that way,and certainly not these four. In fact, I wasn’t so sure why I found them soattractive now. Brad certainly fit the classic cocky stud stereotype thatalways seemed to make me drool, and Gareth was almost cute for a littleguy, plus he had a big cock, which went a long, hard way towards making upfor his personality flaws. But the other two were doughy, dopey, anddemented, and yet I couldn’t stop myself from imaging them covering me insloppy kisses and groping my fleshy bits with their clumsy hands. It musthave been all my training, at least I hoped it was. And realizing that gaveme an idea on how to come up with the squirmy stories they were hopingfor. Byron would never have imagined the types of revelations they werewaiting for, but Belle could come up with stories that would give theircocks goosebumps.”Well, I never wanted to admit zis, but when we were in ze showers, Iwould always sneak a peek at your cocks.” As soon as I said it, the imageflashed before my mind, nervously blushing as the hot water kissed my softskin, doing nothing to the goosebumps covering my skin as I imagined whatthey might do if they caught me…forcing me to my knees and giving me amuch stickier shower…”Hmm…well I could have guessed that one, but the part about thegoosebumps was sexy…hmm…” as Brad pondered my fate, I clasped my handto my mouth, worrying I might say something else out loud with outrealizing it. My hand grew wet with drool, and did nothing to hide themoans and whimpers squirming between the cracks of my fingers as thepressure on my overstimulated prostate grew to critical mass. I was readyto remove my hand and let whatever string of obscene entreaties my depravedmind could come up with drip out along with my drool. But just in time,Brad mercifully said, “sigh, alright, you can cum.”I didn’t so much hear the word as feel it…tearing through me like aliving thing, all fangs and claws dripping with bloody bliss, the intensityso profound it took a moment to realize it wasn’t pain. No…it was sooooomuch better than that. It wasn’t pleasure either, because pleasure is justa sensation, and this was so much more than that…it was release. Ishouldn’t have been surprised, this was fast becoming my new favoritehobby, feeling my spirit flying free from my hard little clit and escapingthe terrible labyrinth of my mind. But that was what was so breathtakinglybeautiful about it…it was so complex, so vast, it was like getting aglimpse of Heaven through a peep hole, no matter how many times you looked,you could only see glimpses, and it was never enough.I finally came to in time to feel my spasming muscles milking a gallon ofBrad’s seed into my thirsty cunt. I cried out only to have my mouth stuffedfull of Harold’s hog. I wondered why he wasn’t scrambling to fill theachingly empty place left by Brad, only to feel Nathan plowing into me,filling me with one thrust and wasting no time before fucking me withrabbit-like determination. I wouldn’t have wanted to get between Nathan anda tight hole if I was Harold either, and I definitely didn’t want to sinceI was me. He wasn’t the biggest or thickest I’d had, but he was fast, andat this point, all I needed was to hear the word…but the word didn’tcome, so neither could I. Through the panic and lust, my mind finallygained enough purchase to remember what I had to do if I wanted to cum…”SUCK eet is tres embarrassant to admit zees, but I used to sneak into zelocker room after ze showers and sniff your jockies.” The thought of mylittle prick, hard and leaking, my heart in my throat and the smell oftheir sweat so strong it brought stinging tears to my eyes, the fear ofgetting caught and the secret hope that I would, that I’d be pinned upagainst the lockers and feel their hard cocks sliding up my…”Fuck, that’s the hottest shit I’ve ever heard, but I’d rather your mouthbe on my cock that talking about getting fucked up against the lockers.”Harold chortled at my inability to maintain an internal monologue and Iwondered if I’d ever reach the point where it was no longer possible tofeel more ashamed than I already was, but I didn’t have time to think on itlong, as Harold bellowed, “Fuck it! I want my turn! So CUM already, Belle!”and just like that, I was free and flying this time getting a completelydifferent perspective of Heaven…a bird’s eye view as I hurtled past it,it’s beauty and brilliance flashing by in a blur…I landed back on the filthy mattress with the impact of a shooting star,still smoldering as Nathan emptied his load inside me. Harold finallyworked up the nerve to slip in behind me, lifting his stomach over my assso he could fit his short, fat prick inside my quivering hole. He was justbig enough to tickle my goo spot and wide enough to stretch me taut andtender. It added a pinch of pain to the mix and it was exactly the spice Iwas looking for to overpower the stench of his greasy skin and the sluglike caress of his lips on my back. Gareth, last in line as usual, crawledin front of me and slid his impressive prick in between my titillatedtits. He was long enough to get a nice suck off his head with every upwardmotion, a lovely lolly for a good little sissy like me. It was gettingharder and harder to think. Every time I came, I seemed to need relief thatmuch more when it was over. It was like I was being force fed with a holein my gut, and I was far from full…”Pleez, don’t make me tell you zis one, eet is too terrible…oh if Imust…I used to draw your dicks in my notebook in class…zen I wouldwrite my name on zem over and over, claiming zem for my own. I wanted to beyour cock copine, wanted to espouse vous dicks and be vous ball bride!” Ididn’t even try to keep my filthy fantasies inside anymore. I didn’t seethe point. I’d already sold my present and future, and now I was selling mypast one spurt at a time…and considering it one Hell of a bargain…”CUM you filthy whore, CUM!” Gareth spit in my face, but with the kindnessof his words, he might as well have been blowing me a wet kiss…I cametwice as hard with his permission, flying twice as far…way pastHeaven…into the depths of Hell, enjoying the forbidden pleasures of thedamned, burning and begging to never be saved…only after an eternityrising like smoke until I found myself hanging in mid-air, sucking onBrad’s powerful neck, trying to blot out the mind rending agony of his cockforcing its way inside my ass right along Gareth’s…Suddenly, I was stone cold sober, the straight shot of pure Hell slidingslowly up my tight cunt waking me from my fuck fugue. I looked around theroom, taking in the filthy ambiance of the back alley suite, seeing thedisgust on the faces of my ‘clients’…Nathan and Harold strokingthemselves back to full mast, waiting for a chance to use an open hole. Inthat moment, I wondered about how far I had fallen, no how far I haddived…how quickly I had descended into the dark depths of my owndepravity. And I wondered why…who was I really doing this for? Why did Iwant to be the ‘perfect’ sissy. These men didn’t think it was perfectionthey were looking at, so whose eyes was I trying to catch? Master Darren’s?Isabella? They seemed like the angels vying for my soul, but I didn’t knowwhich one was Hell’s Angel and which was an angel of mercy…or whether itmattered. Whatever the truth, it was soon lost in ecstasy. Apparently myinner turmoil had been spilling out of my lips in one long moan of barelycoherent confessions. It was enough to earn Brad’s permission to, “Cum asmuch as you want, you sick little queer, just stop talking.”I must have blissed out at that point, because what little I remembered ofthe events that followed was painted in broad, bizarre strokes…a Goyagangbang of flesh eating demons, Blake’s avenging angel’s taking my assagain and again, the cosmos themselves stretching around me like tendrils,the heat of stars born inside me, my body going supernova as I experiencedmultiple Big Bangs…reality created and obliterated in the same eternalinstant…and I’m pretty sure one of them came in my ear at one point…I don’t know how much time actually passed when I woke to Brad removing mybonnet, filled to the brim and spilling down the sided with their collectedcum…I opened my mouth obediently…it wasn’t even a choice…it was areflex. I drank it down, the only fluids I was allowed all day save fortheir salty sweat…it filled the empty space another piece of my soul usedto fill. I was down to resin now…nothing but an echo of a fantasy, and Iwasn’t even sure it was mine. But I knew I couldn’t get enough of the tasteof cum…and the more I tasted, the more I realized it didn’t remind me ofsome obscure delicacy after all…because nothing tasted as good as cum…I must have shown them quite a time, because after watching me drain everylast drop of semen from my bonnet, they laughed and each stuck a tip ontomy semen sticky skin. I made an extra four dollars for my Masters…I wasso proud. All I could do was lay there and smile, feeling like a livingpuddle of splooge…content to slip back into u*********sness…too weak toeven crawl out the door.Luckily, they foresaw this eventuality and sent two of the rubber clad,masked guards who carried me to the showers and scrubbed me clean with allthe warmth and compassion as you’d wash a dog that had just finishedrolling around in its own mess. But it was more than I felt I deserved, andI was infinitely grateful, cuddling up to them as they carried me to mycot. They even tucked me in…That night I dreamed I was back in the meadow, but I saw a forest off inthe distance that I hadn’t noticed before. And not a moment to soon. As Iwas soon pursued by four hunters on horseback. I ran on all fours, feelingthe heat of their horses’ breath hot on my back. I was so close, almost inthe forest, where I could lose them, where I’d be safe…that’s when I feltthe shot rip through me…I woke up smiling for some reason…Cryday…But I wasn’t smiling for long. For a moment I thought I was still asleep,as Contessa pulled me out of my cot by my hair, but the pain was all tooreal. “Wake up, fuck pig…we have to talk!” I would have been more thanhappy to talk to her, in fact I would have said anything to get her to freemy hair from her vice-like grip, but she didn’t seem interested in anythingI had to say, ignoring my whimpers and whines as she dragged me down thehalls, one scalp torturing step at a time. It was always so confusing beingbullied by a sissy that had been used with all the respect he’d show arestroom wall. I could get a good look at her toned ass cheeks as shepulled me painfully behind her, and I wondered how I’d come to be dominatedby a sissy with ‘fuck’ tattooed on her left buttock and ‘hole’ tattooed onher right, with bright red arrows pointing to, well to her fuck hole.Ultimately the ‘how’ or even the ‘why’ of my dilemma didn’t worry me asmuch as the ‘what now’ question that kept screaming in my head. When we gotto The Playroom, I realized I wasn’t going to get away with a spanking anda stern lecture. So I did what I do best…I begged. “Pleez, I beg of you!Whatever I did, excusez-moi! I weel do anyzing to make it up, just don’thurt me.”I might as well have asked for mercy from the Devil herself, Contessa justsnorted contemptuously as she yanked me up by my roots and tossed me onto aSt Andrew’s cross. I didn’t fight her as she shackled my wrists and ankles,knowing it would only make her angrier. I just waited for her to do herworst, and hoped it wouldn’t be worse than I was imagining it wouldbe. Once she had me firmly secured, she began petting my little sissy sack,causing my clit to throb and rise to it’s full two inches of glory. Iwaited breathlessly to feel her nails dig into my tender flesh, but shejust kept petting and stroking stoking the hungry flames of my allconsuming lust.”You know, Belle, I was really upset with you when I heard you beat mybitch in a sissy fight. And after I warned you to show kept sissies theproper respect…” She cooed in my ear, but it was a hollow sound, a cruelmockery of kindness…I waited for the other heel to drop. “And I hear thatyou convinced your trainer to put the Whammy on you…that you can’t cumwithout permission now…no matter how bad you need to…” I realizedexactly what kind of trouble I was in as she reached her hand behind me andstarted sliding a buttplug up my quivering asshole, the vibrationsmassaging my g-spot and sending me into convulsions. “So I’ve decided thatinstead of punishing you, I’d feed my little fuck pig.” She slinked awayslowly, seductively swaying her hips like a cruel wave goodbye. “And don’tworry, I’m sure someone will rescue you…eventually.”As ridiculous as that sounded, that pesky feeling of desperate hope rearedits ugly head, telling me someone would be along any minute now. If only Icould just have given up maybe it wouldn’t have been so agonizing. Sure, myclit still would have felt like it was trying to pass a tight rubbery ballof cum…getting bigger and bigger with every second my plug shook theorgasms loose from my pussy, but at least I could have resigned myself toit. Nothing is worse than waiting for the hope you know deep down isn’tcoming, tearing yourself apart inside with indecision and worry. Should Icall out? But what if SHE hears me?! What happens if I’m late to my morningworkout? How long has it been anyway? Please…please tell me it’s been atleast an hour…it feels like twenty. These were the thoughts racingthrough my head as I struggled helplessly against my bonds, but they weretoo slippery to hold on to, leaving me asking the same questions over andover without coming any closer to an answer…or any closer to cumming forthat matter.I began to wonder what I could have done differently. After all, this wasmy fault…it just had to be. If I was getting punished and I didn’tdeserve it, well that was just unthinkable. If I could be punished evenwhen I was good, well then nothing made sense. Up was down, right waswrong, and being good was bad…and I was fucked. Eventually I decided thateven if I didn’t do anything wrong, I still deserved to be punished for allthe stuff I did when I thought I was a man, that or they were testingme. Whatever the reason, there had to be a reason, no matter how hard itwas for me to understand. But that didn’t stop me from trying…So that’s how I spent most of my day, agonizing internally, both literallyand figuratively, praying each second would be my last in this Hellishcontraption and praying they would understand why I skipped my lessonstoday, even if it was totally my fault. Fortunately, even the worst ofpleasure grows duller after enough time, and at some point my brain decidedto say fuck it and take a nap. Everything went hazy…well hazier thanusual, and I kind of drifted in and out. It was only when I was alreadybeing dragged through the halls by two of the leather guards that Irealized I was free from the cross…only to be dragged into Hell. “Here weare, Room 101. Master Darius says she is to be brought to the punishmentroom for ‘special attention’. I’d almost feel sorry for the poor littlething if she was anything more than a fuck sleeve.”I tried to scream out in my defense, even though I secretly suspected I hadnone, tried to beg for mercy, even though I knew for certain they had none,but all that came out was a pathetic whimper as they dragged me through thedoor and into the blindingly bright room…”Belle…it’s a pleasure to see you. Please, gentlemen, just set her downon the floor there and then you may go…” Darius seemed even more chillingthan usual today…he looked pleased. His sharp features and dead eyesseemed ill suited for the soft smile playing on his lips. I couldn’tbreathe…just the thought of the shocks he gave me last time, the agonythat ran through my veins like boiling blood….it was too much tobear…and he had promised it wouldn’t ever be that gentle again…I triedto cry, to offer at least some expression of remorse, but I couldn’t evendo that. I was paralyzed with fear, all I could do was look around the roomat every torture device ever imagined by man, all waiting hungrily forme. And these weren’t the sexy kinds like in the Playroom…those could bescary enough. These were the kind of tools that took you beyond fear. Justas I was certain my heart would burst, providing the relief my clit hadnot, my eyes finally settled on the center of the room, on the table withstraps I knew I was going to end up on…where, to my surprise, there wasalready another occupant…Contessa!”Ah…I see you’ve noticed my little Cunt here is tied up at the moment…”Darius crossed over to her and with the most dreadful look ofdisappointment, took her head in hands, tilting her face so I could see herlatest tattoo… “Spoiled brat…that’s what it says, because that’s whatshe is. Imagine my shock when a little sissy whispered in my ear that shethought she was in charge of the Basement. I certainly don’t mind yousissies playing your little power games, but to find that she thought shehad the right to keep you from your lessons…to impact our investment inyou…” Darius looked down at her with a disgust that made my skincrawl. “Of course, I thought I trained her better than that, so I owe youan apology, Belle. But before I decide how Cunt should pay for thatapology, tell me…what was it she had you call her when the adults weren’taround?”Darius looked right through me, and I knew there was no point in lying. Hestruck me as the kind of man that never asked a question he didn’t alreadyknow the answer to. So with a guilty tremor I responded, “w-w-Well, I callher muh muh Mistress, but that was my idea, Master Darius…I’m so sorry.”I could tell from his expression that he wasn’t interested in my apologiesand didn’t want to hear any excuses I had for her, so I continued, “and shelikes me to Contessa.”Darius face went dead calm, like a sniper about to pick off a target, anexecutioner about to flip a switch, a torture expert about to do whateverit was he was about to do. “Well, if I wanted her name to be Contessa Iwould have carved that into her forehead. But I didn’t. I tattooedCUNT…not because that’s her name, she doesn’t have a name. I call herthat, because that is what she is. A CUNT and nothing more…and the day Ihear that a cunt has decided that it’s a real girl is the day I teach itdifferent.” Darius still hadn’t laid a hand on her, and his calm restrainthad me much more worried than if he would have screamed or slapped her. Andwhen he told me what my role I was to play in her punishment, I was readyto scream myself. “Now, you’re probably wondering why I invited you to joinus. The answer is simple…you will be administering this Cunt’s punishmenttoday. Go on, you can do anything you want to her and she won’t dare seekretribution.”I looked at her, tied helplessly to the table, an expression of pure hatredmarring her pretty face…well marring the parts that weren’t alreadytattooed with slurs. I knew I what it felt like to be in her position, andas angry as I was at her for torturing me, I just couldn’t bring myself todo the same to her. I knew I should, it was what my Master was expectingand everything in my training told me I should punish her for her owngood…but a teeny tiny part of me was screaming for me to stop. It waseven louder than the whisper of my conscience, and it was telling me that Iwasn’t like her, and I didn’t want to be. “I eem sorry, Master Darius, butI cannot punish her. I do not want to hurt anyone.”Master Darius looked at me like I was speaking gibberish, the very idea ofnot wanting to hurt a sissy was impossible for him to grasp, much lessaccept. “Did I hear you right? You don’t want to hurt her? You want to lether go unpunished? Don’t you remember how guilty you felt when you werebad? Don’t you remember what a relief punishment was? Are you going to robher of that?” I looked into Contessa’s eyes, and I didn’t see guiltanywhere in them. She didn’t want to be punished…her whole life was apunishment. I wasn’t even sure at that point whether I wanted to bepunished anymore, but I did know that right or wrong, I couldn’t hurtanother sissy.”Non, I cannot. Pleez forgive me, but I weel not punish her.” Darius lookedat me like I was a puzzle box made of shit. He couldn’t figure me out, buthe was too disgusted to want to try. Finally he motioned towards the door,and I wasted no time in scurrying away, grateful to be free from thatnightmare…and then I heard the screams…Chasing me down the halls, faster than I could run, slipping through myfingers when I covered my ears with my dainty hands. Even when I finallymade my way to my cot and buried my head under my pillow, I couldn’t keepher screams out. Anguished…agonized…and all my fault. If I would havestayed and punished Contessa, it wouldn’t have been anywhere that severe,but I was too squeamish. Suddenly I didn’t feel so proud for listening tomy little voice…and I waited for the screams to stop with tears streamingdown my cheeks. I was still waiting when I finally drifted off into afitful sleep.I dreamed I was back in the meadow, only as I bounded through it this time,I felt the ground squish beneath my feet. I looked down and to my horror,found that the ground was bleeding and screaming underneath my step. I raninstinctively, but this only made the screaming louder…it seemed like nomatter what I did, I was bound to cause suffering and pain wherever Iwent. I woke up praying that it wasn’t prophetic…Masterday…I woke up with the hope that my day couldn’t possibly be any worse than thelast one. And when I got to breakfast, my hopes seemed to be justified as Isaw Bambi motioning for me to sit next to her and Sakura. Sakura blushedand turned her eyes down when I squeezed in between them and Bambi couldn’tstop giggling, putting her hand high up on my leg and whispering, “Lookwho’s sitting all by her wonesome? Poor widdle Cuntessa, it looks like herMaster is dissypointy in her. Tee hee! N’ I hear you have sumthin’ to dowith that.” She began playing with my sissy clit as I ate my breakfast,after all the teasing I got yesterday, I was ready to pop. “S’okay, widdleslave, you can cum, we’re like besties now, so you can cum with us any timeyou want.” It was music to my ears, I closed my eyes and waited for thecrescendo, and suddenly I hit a false note…”Honorable Bambisan, please to be forgiving my impertinence, but it appearsBellesan is unable to cum. I know my opinion is like an ant before God’s,but maybe it’s because she no longer thinks of you as a Mistress, but as afriend?” Sakura gave my leg a little squeeze and snuggled up to me. I’dlost two Mistresses for the price of one, but gained two friends. At thetime, I wasn’t sure if it was a good bargain or not. Sure, they helped medo my dishes after we ate, and we giggled and gossiped about Contessa andthe bossy bully sissies, but I also didn’t get to cum with themanymore…which was something they couldn’t help but giggle about, friendsor no…But I didn’t have the time to pontificate, because it was time toperspirate. I didn’t want to be late to gym. I’d missed a day, which meantmissing a chance to be trained and teased by Dirk. So when I arrived to anempty gym, it was another bittersweet surprise. On one hand, I’d apparently’graduated’ into solo training, on the other I’d miss my insensitiveinstructor. But his absence only motivated me more. I wanted to prove histrust in me was well founded, so worked harder than I ever had before,twisting into positions I didn’t think were possible and flexing my pussyuntil it was tight enough to thread a needle but elastic enough to fit abaseball bat.When I heard the bell, I rushed to wardrobe room. Somehow I just new thattoday was a day for my more traditional, but still ravishingly risqueFrench maid uniform complete with a cute little cap. The black silk, whitelace trimmed blouse was cut low enough to see the tops of my aureola andlooked like they might pop out if I hiccuped. The skirt was just longenough to cover my ample ass, leaving the white lace beneath to offer ateasing glimpse of my garters attached to black silk stockings trailing tohigh heels I still couldn’t believe I could walk in, much less run towardsthe foyer. But for some reason I knew I wasn’t going upstairstoday. Something was telling me today was different. When I reached thefoyer, I realized how different…The other gurls where already hanging up in their cages. I saw a cage forme, lowered to the ground, the door swung open wide with two guardsflanking it. One stood by the door, the other by a hoist, waiting for me toget in. I tried to swallow the scream rising in my throat, but a highpitched yelp dribbled out. I hated tight spaces, they still hadn’t cured meof that, and this one was almost as tight as me. But I didn’t want to looklike a coward in front of Isabella, so I stepped into the cage and held mybreath as the leather guards closed the door, locked me in and hoisted meback up to put on display. I clutched tightly to the bars and tried to keepmy knees bent so that the bottom of the cage didn’t bite into my softcheeks, which only amplified my claustrophobia. I tried to take my mind ofmy terror, finding just enough breath to whisper, “What’s happening?”Isabella was the first to answer. “The Master is going to pick one of us tospend the night with today. So we’re waiting until he comes down here topick one of us. Don’t worry, Belle, he almost always picks me, so you’llhave the day off to play with your sissy friends…Isabella looked anxiousand ambivalent as if she was torn between wanting to be picked and wishingshe didn’t want to…Bambi looked as carefree as usual, twirly her curly cotton-candy-pink hairand occasionally chewing on it absentmindedly, perhaps thinking it reallywas cotton candy. She didn’t seem to be worried whether she would be pickedor not, and just kept bobbing her head to whatever Barney song was floatingaround in there.Sakura on the other hand looked like she was about to die of fright…wellmore so than usual. She had her arms between the bars, hugging them tightlyas she whispered what sounded like badly translated instructions forinstalling software…why that was supposed to be calming or sexy orwhatever else it was supposed to be besides crazy was beyond myunderstanding. But what I did understand was the stark terror she felt ofher own desire to be picked by the Master and to surrender to her shamefullust.Lola looked like she’d never been ashamed of anything in her life, andseemed the most at home in a cage. She was completely relaxed, going so faras to stroke her sweet chalupa, teasing a bead of pre-cum out of it as shewaited to see if the Master would pick her. Unlike the others, I didn’t geta real sense of obedience from her. Sure she did whatever her Master toldher to, but not out of love of service. From where I was swinginghelplessly in midair, it looked like her only real Master was her libido,and she would be a good little gurl as long as she could serve it as wellas her flesh and blood Masters.Contessa on the other hand looked like she didn’t even know what pleasurewas anymore. She looked lost, staring into space with the dull expressionyou find on livestock. I couldn’t help but feel responsible. As frighteningas it was, I would have given anything to see her hateful lust filled glarethrough the bars. And I prayed to the devils of Hell to have a little mercyon her and to resurrect my demoness in a graffiti covered skin suit.Time crawled as we waited for Master Darren, waiting for the chance tocrawl to him. I didn’t know why I wanted him to pick me so bad…why Ineeded it. Sure he was handsome as all get out and built like an agedAdonis, and yeah ever since I’d felt him inside me, branding me as his, I’dfelt empty without him inside me. But it was more than that. I’d hadcountless orgasms since then and been fucked by every sissy and man I cameacross, but he was more than just another man to me at this point, morethan a chance to prove I was the perfect sissy or a way to get off. It’slike he was source of all my desires, the reason for all of my sufferingand struggles, and my only hope for true happiness…and yet I almostthought I hated him…Finally my inconclusive introspection was interrupted my the unmistakablesound of my Master’s footprints. He stood in the doorway, his silhouettemore imposing and substantial than any flesh and blood man I’d ever seen,the light from upstairs pouring in as if he were bringing it with him. Hetook slow, measured steps, each one send shivers down my spine, and fromthe looks of the other sissies, up theirs as well. It was impossible to bebored, or petulant, or reluctant in his presence. All you could do was wanthim…and hope he wanted you.When he got down to the foyer he calmly considered each cage and each sissywithin. As he did, I could see each sissy transform, Cunt’s face goingblank as she went still as a statue, the empty shell for him to pierce,punish, or pleasure however he wanted. Lola, writhing against her bars, thesweat kissing her luscious curves as it dripped in fat beads from her body,so hot you’d think she would melt through the bars like the liquid sex shewas. Bambi was like a deer caught in his headlights, doe eyed and innocenta mere girl before this monument of a man, her nervous giggles floatingdown like bubbles. Sakura, unable to look away from him, her almond eyesfixed right on his as the rest of her body revealed her humble horniness,her pale skin reddening and whimpers escaping from her delicate lips. AndIsabella…if only I could have had her look at me at me with those eyes,seething with a hate more powerful than love and with a lust more consumingthan hate…I could have killed her for looking at MY Master like that. Irealized I must have looked the same, primping and preening desperately,trying to embody the fantasy he had chosen for us, trying to become thatillusion made flesh. And when he made a slight nod towards my cage and Ifelt myself lowering down to him, I could have sworn I was a dream cometrue…My Master held his hand out to help me out of my cage and I clasped ittightly, fearing I would fall to the floor as my legs wobbled weaklybeneath me. That’s when he pulled me in closer and let me lean on him, andI swooned as I buried my face in his chest, secure in the knowledge he hadmore than enough strength to support me. Still…I wanted to show him Icould be strong, otherwise my surrender to him would mean nothing, so Itook a deep breath and willed the life back into my legs…each stepsteadier than the last until I was supporting myself on my stiletto heels,but still walking as closely to my Master as I could. Making my way up thesteps was like ascending to Mount Olympus to visit with the gods…andwhile I no longer consider the Basement my Hades, I did consider myMaster’s room the Elysian Fields. Every step landed with a sigh, knowing itwas one step closer to his bed, one step closer to him…As before, I was overwhelmed by the power of his room. It was a tableau ofblack and red…the walls with bold black stripes on a deep red background,all adorned with trophies of his kills…and all deadly predators, allhinting at the v******e and domination the man was capable of…the darkfinish on the four poster bed and the red silk sheets…the portrait ofMaster Darren hanging on the bed, looming over me…staring down, hisburning eyes following me around the room and seeming to illuminate hisfeatures in the inky darkness that surrounded him, as if he was formed byit or had made it his faithful servant. His room was an extension of him,but even as a metaphor, he was more substantial than me, and I coweredbefore him, knowing only he was strong enough to protect me from him…He led me to the bed and motioned for me to sit. This whole time I waswondering what he was thinking, if he was pleased with me, or if this wasto be a punishment or perhaps another test. I anxiously awaited his word,but when it finally came, I was so on edge that I responded to his boomingbaritone with a timid yelp, “I must say, Belle, you never cease to amazeme. I thought your first night upstairs must have been a fluke. After all,you were so weak and worthless as a man, I didn’t expect you’d have thestrength or discipline to be a sissy. But look at you now, almostunrecognizable as the gurl that cowered before me the last time wemet. Sure, you’re still shaking, still just waiting to offer meeverything…only now, for maybe the first time in your life…you actuallyhave something to offer.”I looked up at him…awestruck, my eyes brimming with tears as I took inevery backhanded compliment with immense gratitude. At this point even ifhe actually backhanded me I would have just been proud he wanted to touchme. I managed a feeble, “Thank you, Master.” and waited eagerly for mychance to offer him everything.”You took to training very well, and even sought out additional lessons toimprove yourself. You pushed your mind and body to their fullest to defeata physically stronger opponent. You earned a glowing review from my son,Dirk, to the point that he asked for a second kept sissy as his Christmaspresent. And you handled yourself professionally in an emotionally chargedintroduction to the ‘hospitality’ industry.” I felt like I was going toburst with pride at any moment, and if not pride, something a littlestickier. “But you have one thing holding you back. One thing keeping youfrom becoming the perfect sissy.” I felt like I’d been hit in the gut…myvision went blurry and the room spun as I tried to think of how I hadfailed him…”Empathy. A sissy has no room for empathy, mercy, orcompassion. You are to obey orders enthusiastically and immediately…andthat is all you are supposed to do.” He walked over to me, taking my headin his powerful hands, not for the first time I thought of how easily hecould snap me like a twig…and how casually. “So the next time someonetells you to punish a sissy…for any reason…what will you say?””YES, MASTER!” I cried out in a heart wrenching cry, and felt a piece of mysoul fly out with it. I had thought my empathy, my mercy, my compassion hadbeen some of the best values I’d learned on the road to sissydom. I thoughtthat for the first time in my life, I was understanding what it was to be agood person…but if it was a choice of being a good person or being theperfect sissy, then I had to choose like a sissy. My Master seemed to seewhat a difficult decision it was for me to make, and he seemed toappreciate that I had volunteered another piece of myself. So showing themercy only a human is capable of, he lifted my lips to his and kissedme…gently but firmly…and he took all the pain away…He scooped me up into his arms without ever letting his lips slip frommine…my nipples where hard against the material of my blouse, driving memad with frustrated friction, but I was content that it was his powerfulchest they were crushed against. I had never had a man kiss me likethis…like a lover…trying to give me as much pleasure as he took. It wasall so frighteningly new…I was unsure, but excited…suddenly a virgin inhis arms again, exploring new territories of passion and surrender. Hislips lingered on mine, one hand nimbly unclasped the buttons of my blousewhile another softly ran through my hair. Any moment he could have claimedmy mouth as his, thrusting his tongue in and out of my moaning maw…or hecould have ripped my blouse open and mauled my breasts with his vice likegrip…or he could have gripped a handful of hair and forced my headwherever he wanted it to go. The fact that he could do all of those thingsand instead showed the restraint of Superman holding an egg, made theexperience all the more overwhelming. This was true power…trueownership. He was showing me just how strong he really was, how completehis hold on me was…all by making love to me, pretending I was anythingmore than a living fuck doll. It was beautiful and cruel and I couldn’ttell if I loved him for it, or hated myself for loving him for it…He poured me onto the bed, finally breaking the kiss and leaving mebreathless, panting for more as he calmly undressed at a sadisticallyleisurely pace. I writhed underneath him, my clit swollen and slick with mypre-cum, begging to be teased more, wanting to know how far he could takeme before he let me cum…if he let me cum. My hands found their way to mynipples, playing with them painfully as I twisted them, turning up thetemperature on the furnace burning inside me. Master seemed amused by mydesperation, but I could see a hint of hunger in his eyes as well. I knewhe’d never want me as much as I needed him, but just to know there wassomething there, no matter how slight, was enough to justify all my trialsand tribulations.When he finally finished undressing, towering over me like a man chiseledfrom a mountain, it was all I could do not to beg like a selfish littleslut. I was ready to cry out…use me, abuse me, hurt me, hate me…justplease TOUCH me…but I held on my the skin of my teeth. He seemed slightlyimpressed by my restraint, rewarding me with a single finger slowly tracingmy curves…as single finger that as it made contact with my skin, set italight and left it burning in its wake. I’d never felt so overwhelmed bysuch a little thing…he truly had more power in his little finger than Ihad in my entire body…and thank God for that. I didn’t care why a fingercould push me to the brink of a throbbing full body explosion, I onlywanted more. When he reached my plump pouting lips, I eagerly took him inmy mouth and suckled on him trying to nurse the electric eroticism from hisfinger…and as I felt my pussy get wet and quivering, I thought I hadsucceeded.It turns out I was feeling his other fingers lubing up my hungry hole,spreading me like sweet cream to get me ready for his manhood. When Irealized what he was doing, I felt tears of joy caress my cheek…tears myMaster kissed from my face before letting me taste their salty goodness onhis lips and tongue. I wrapped my arms around his neck, running my fingersthrough his thick, fiery mane…my legs wrapped his back, pulling himcloser to me. If I could have emptied myself and tied my skin around him, Iwould have gladly just to get a little bit closer, to feel him on my skin,to lose myself in him completely. I felt the tip of his cock, thick andhard and against my soft, tight rosebud. I blossomed for him with a cry ofecstasy as I felt him enter me…sliding slowly inside me, kissing my neckand feeling my pulse quicken on his tongue, trailing down to my breasts,taking a nipple in his mouth and making love to it with his tongue, hislips, his hands, his teeth…his hands moved on me like a sculptors, makingme putty in his hands and sculpting a work of art, a woman in love…Zeusbedding Hera…making a goddess moan and whimper and bite his shoulder tokeep from begging for more…That was the cruelest cut…he made me feel like a goddess…like awoman…like a human being, and all as a reward for renouncing my humanity,for being a good little sissy, for acting like a thing…and all I couldfeel was gratitude. He wrapped his lips around my ear lobe suckling gentlybefore whispering sweetly, “You can cum when I do…” I thanked him withkisses a million times and more, wanting this to last all night despite thelonging in my loins…and to my horror and joy…it did…He fucked me hard and fast, and soft and slow…he bent me, folded me, andwrapped me around him like a shawl…we made love in every position and allacross the room…on the floor, rutting in a moment of a****listic passion,against the wall my breasts crushed painfully against the wall as he turnedmy head from behind and kissed the pain away…I dangled in midair beforebeing thrust back down on his cock marched around the room and fuckedanywhere and everywhere…every thrust a promise of pleasure unimaginableas the pressure built inside me, my heart raced until it sputtered andseized, only to start up beating for him stronger than ever as our bodiesand tongues danced to the beat. Finally he opened the curtains on hisposter windows and let the first rays of the sun hit my body, making meglimmer and sparkle as the light danced on my sheen of sweat. Beneath me Isaw the vast expanse of my Masters home…and I saw all I gave up to be inhis arms, to feel him inside me…and as he turned my head to kiss me onelast time, as he exploded inside me…I knew I would give it all up againin a heartbeat…That heartbeat lasted a lifetime, as I felt the heat and splendor of hislove finally released inside me, filling me up as it kissed every cell,every nook and cranny all the way down to the scraps of my soul, and as itproved to powerful for my tiny frame, I felt it unleash in an eruption ofvolcanic proportions, my seed spraying the window. I’d cum longer maybeeven harder, but I’d never cum so completely. By the time I was done,fallen on the floor and licking the windows clean…I felt empty…I feltlike nothing…I smiled…Someday…As I reluctantly left my Master’s room I realized it was a new day, and asI made my way down to the Basement, I wondered what that would mean forme. I had just surrendered all I had for a night of love that even I wasn’tstupid enough to believe was real. What would I surrender next time? Did Ihave enough of my soul left to give? Or was I just scr****g resin at thispoint? What would I do when I was the perfect sissy? When I was nothing?Would Master Darren want me then, or would he be bored once he had mebroken and tamed? And even if he did want me, would I even be able toappreciate it once I was perfectly empty? I kept asking myself thesequestions, kept asking myself why I wanted a man who wanted me to killmyself for his love…but I only ended up more confused than when Istarted. All I did know was that if Master Darren was here, I wouldn’tworry my pretty little head over silly little questions.I made my way down to the Basement, my legs aching as I came down thesteps. But they still had enough life in them to send me a foot in the airas I heard Isabella say, “Enjoy your night?” From behind me. I whirled andlost my balance, making it easy for her to push me up against the wall. Hertight black leather bodysuit looked like it was drizzled on her, her eyesshined like diamonds. Her usually haughty expression was washed away,revealing the raw hurt and confusion beneath it. Her lips were kissablyclose to mine as she spat out…”Did he fuck you like the filthy littlehole you are? Or did he make love to you? Did he make you want to surrendereverything to him? Do you even know how little left you have to give? Goon…tell me you love him. I want to hear you say it!”She had me completely outmatched. She was stronger, smarter and couldendure more than I could imagine. Worse, she seemed to know the answers toall my questions, and probably more I didn’t even know to ask. In thatinstant, I stopped thinking, stopped rationalizing, stopped trying to beanything…and I just opened up and let what little was left of me spillout…”I don’t love him! I just think I do…I mean feel I do! Everythinginside me tells me I love him! That’s how I know I love you! Because it’sonly my battered heart telling me that, and it feels so wrong, so painful,so deadly…but it feels so worth it!”She looked like I had slapped her, like I had spit in her face, like I hadstabbed her right through the heart. I’d never seen her in so much pain, somuch turmoil. I couldn’t bear to see it…she has loosened her grip on mein her shock…I freed my arms, pulling her mouth into mine, kissingher…no, not so much kissing her as trying to slip inside her, to live inher heart…tongue first. Her tongue was the first to recover, pushing mineback into my mouth and following it home, as if she wanted to live insideme too…we went back and forth like this until she overpowered me…Imoaned in grateful submission, eagerly surrendering my soul…I knew itwould be safe with her. A single tear ran down my cheek, because I knew shewould have to breathe sometime, and when she did…SLAPMy eyes stung with tears now, my face with a red welt…”I…I don’t knowwhat that was, but it was NOT love! I could never love you…don’t you see?How could I love a thing? A toy? You weren’t much before, but at least youwere human…but now…now you’re just a perfect little sissy. And all Iwant is for you to stay out of my way.” I nodded meekly, not wanting tohear another word…feeling like I was dying as my heart was ripped intobloody bits, knowing I wouldn’t be so lucky. Isabella looked almost sorry,but she managed a haughty sneer through her own tears. “Now, since you wantto be the Master’s favorite, you can try filling my shoes for a day. Go tothe White Room. You’ll know what to do when you get there.” And just likethat…she was gone, turning a corner and disappearing, maybe forever…I made my way sluggishly to the White Room, the room I was born in after afashion, an appropriate place to go to die, I supposed. But then thatawful, merciless, sadistic feeling of hope came shining through the cracksof my heart. I had learned to be the perfect sissy, hadn’t I? Maybe I couldlearn to be human too. Maybe then, Isabella would love me too…or maybeI’d be tossed out with the garbage. After all, who would want a lovelornsissy…but what if I pretended to be a perfect sissy while learning to behuman? The thought seemed insane, dangerous, and outright suicidal…but itwas also my last and only hope. When I finally reached the White Room, Iopened the door determined it would be the door to my new life, a life withIsabella…the first day of the rest of my lifeWhat I saw instead was a sissy desperately fucking herself with a phallusprotruding from the floor. She had olive skin, shapely slender legs, a pertbehind, but with enough cushion for even Master Dirk to get a good squeeze,wide hips and a slender waist that made her look like she might snap in twoas she filled her self with the stalagcock, breasts the size of ripepeaches and looking just as soft, with nipples shaped like Hershey’skisses, only looking twice as sweet. Her shoulder length hair was the brownof a fine chocolate, rich and deep and luxurious. A few strands clung toher face, her gray eyes piercing me as they looked at me indesperation. Her eyebrows were thin, almost painted on, her features weresimilarly delicate, but there was something haunting about their softness,as if she were a half remembered dream. And when she finally came, it wasfrom a cock thick and throbbing and at least a good five inches. Shefinally slumped to the floor.I suddenly realized what chore Isabella had left me to do. I wasresponsible for this freshly cut sissy, and I was no longer the new gurl. Imade my way over to her, kneeling down so I could help her up, but shetackled me to the floor, sobbing into my chest, “Who am I?! Who am I?!WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO?!”Sigh…it was going to be a long first day of the rest of my life…

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